Evans Blue

My word for dark rhymes
with your word for light and
it's not quite as pretty
as the pictures you painted
but those were just afterthoughts
And all your fates are after us
I think they're after our heads
Dear lucid, my time is right...
Dance away, where the bullets fly
You know they come so close
Oh, but they put something in the air tonight
just to light your face
Now both at the sky like
Are fireworks just like
The ones that ignited
the first time our eyes met
But this time it's over wars
Your payback, you're wanting more
is gonna make this all over for us
Dear Lucid, your time is right...
Dance away, oh where the bullets fly
You know they come so close
Oh, but they put something in the air tonight
just to light your face