There's a dance in the streets,
it's going on,
won't you come?
Just like predicted,
it'll be loads of fun.
The very streetlights will burst.
And she's screaming:
"My God, is this true?
I used to love you!
I used to,
I used to,
I still do."
She once did,
forever.
It's a hopeless endevour.
There's this dance in the streets,
it's worth your trouble to show.
There'll be so much action
God damned streetlights will blow.
It's gunna leave you still itching
and hoping for more.
Because when push comes to shove
"there will always be love."
At least that's what she is screaming.
Face obscured
by falling glass,
God damned streetlights are falling.
She's still dancing and calling,
"won't you come?
I loved you,
I used to,
I still do."
Still screaming and smiling.
She'll keep going
until she sees the sun
to pronounce that,
just like predicted,
it was loads of fun. |
Submission Name: Burn War Streetlights
