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