well now the battle can sleep in the golden mangrovesnthe fruit bats are sucking on the mingersnand the end will comenbut the end will come slownwe'll take our tea and our coffee coloured clothesnnthere will be no screenplay in our headsnno you can't go home againnand there are no more lines to be readnit's time, time to begin, little darlingnnI go to the cathedral on christmasnyeah the candles and the gilded robesnall the girls with chilly ??? red from kissesnthe incense smells a thousand years old.nna magazine party in the old train yardna girl had a seizure therenshe was putting on her make up in the club carnthere's make up everywhere.nya little princessnnwell there's a look in your eyes nwhen all your lines go slacknI know you had to train but you took a cab backngo!nnwell now we tried to be strong and carry onnbut somehow the party seemed doomednthere was a girl on the floor with her heartbeat gonenand death so kills the room.nnwe tried to be strong and carry onnwe throw our heads back and howlnbut the water was warmnand the currents were strongnand it's time to throw in the towelnlittle darling.nntonight's never been apartnshining like a citynhere inside of your heartnI will try living on my ownnwe will grow oldntake our teanand our coffee coloured clothes.