It is up to you, sweet opal child
To wreck this ebony world
Swimming in tar, swimming in tar
Sees you drowning from afar

Pulled the dream from
your golden garter belt
Pulled a gun
on my little babe
Shot him once again: bang bang, you're dead

Brought my soul to the surface
of this breathing city
each stroke hit me with colour,
each stroke left me dead

The hollow babes down the street
the shallow men in the library
Every single one you see
is destined to be
(The ruler, the mistress, the slave, our Messiah)

Picking Summer strawberries
returning to your porch
liquid silver, milk and sugar
And the birds who pick at our decaying hearts

Arise, sweet opal child
Crush the orchids and recreate
Arise, sweet dying child
And let me start anew