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