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I saw you sighing by your window bright, |
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Touch my heart to be your acolyte |
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Sip fire-water from the golden cup |
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Drinks at my bedside, as I'm burning up. |
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Lady Kerosene, I can see the wreckage now, |
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Drinking gasoline, you keep on pumpin' it out somehow. |
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Now I'm at Ashland, baby, far away |
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I'm just a cinder of a summer's day. |
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Lady Kerosene, Prometheus' evil daughter; |
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You know what I mean, |
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I even asked him for a glass of water. |
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I always thought it was a gentle notion |
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I flew across the Atlantic Ocean |
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Rain is different there across the sea |
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it hits the Earth a little differently |
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Windshield wipers keep a steady time |
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Crosswords among the cliffs of lime |
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Beyond horizon and the clouds of devotion |
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Comes sunset's tendons from your crimson sun |
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Lady Kerosene (repeat 4 times) |
