Pure love is freedom freer than a fact and we are all the slaves of exactly that Pure love's a queen that will have us all killed for drinking too much blood and then not paying the bill Pure love's a forest god starting city fires Running up the hills with all his bad desires Blue whiskey and a cigarette and please please don't forget to get some ice so we can celebrate Where am I going I thought you were coming to There's ice in this box enough for two
I can't concentrate on chores and real life makes me bored I just wanna lie in bed and be adored Ignorance is your kiss Let's go down to the beech and take photographs of each other's sandy feet Never give up be real honest but remember posers and fakers cry real tears too Where am I going I thought you were coming too There's ice in this box enough for two