Kingfisher

False, alarming paranoia is setting and settling
Against the grain on the skin
These days, these days
These days set out to kill you
And they do
Can we elaborate on love
Tapping a well through bleeding hearts
Bleeding them dry
I never read it in a textbook, newspaper, or airplane magazine
Where the girls, in their uniforms blue, save the day
My, my, my
It only teaches me to die some
Greave and leave the lonely lonesome
Can we elaborate on love
Tapping a well through bleeding hearts