This is the shape of the night when it breaks

On the Columbine shade of her skin

We made love on the floor and her eyes were like blow lamps

They burned through my body again

Oh that night we drank turpentine

Drowned on your artifice

Talking of terrible things

Oh!

Did I ever want you?

Did I ever want you?

How does it taste

Can I undo?

Did I ever want you?

Or will it break my heart in two?

What vision was she in the bible-black street

Where I wrecked in her seraphim light

Then I held her real close, where I fear her the most

In the last incantations of night

She was standing so brave

With my heart in her pale eyes

And telling me it was alright

By the light of some televised death

On her old TV set

I foresee I must leave her behind

But I say Oh!

Did I ever want you?

Did I ever want you?

How does it taste?

Can I undo?

Did I ever want you?

I am not what I am,

I am untrue

But I say Oh!

Did I ever want you?

Did I ever want you?

How does it taste?

Can I undo?

Did I ever want you?

Or will it break my heart in two