Bombed

Lyrics for Bombed

Love, there are flowers hanging in the vine So high you cannot see Now my mind must go on holiday Torn from its hook, a broken valentine I see the smoke from a revolver Will I get hit? I hardly care When I'm bombed I stretch like bubblegum And look too long straight at the morning sun Love, there are flowers along the avenue All things perfectly in place I build a shrine I set a monument Because you're fire Because you're a fire escape