She moves through the black door
She turns toward the desperate light
With her breath like iodine
With her filigree design
She summons the fire from her hips
Flamingo blood melts down her lips

But the light would not share her,
From behind the bending mirror, pulling her within,
Like a jealous twin. There was something in her eye
Like a flawed alibi . . . I was just about to ask
When she rips apart her mask

Refrain
But me and my girl
Chase the dragon's tail
We double lock the room
We innoculate the moon

And the light glows from below
Tonight, Tonight
She hears the soft drone,
Like a pearly blade laid in silicone . . .

And the reservoir of sleep
Slides through the morning tube
Like a letter written in a dream
That is answered much too soon