Pixies

Everything I do,
and have come to know,
mourning jackets,
warning signs,
and I know its wrong,
still I speak your name,
hard and heavy,
soft through light,
and the words,
will make,
your eye,
bleed,
just a drop,
every now and then,
we could wait,
and loose,
our senses,
and become,
the last supermen,
it is hard to say,
whether true or false,
when ecstatic,
you´re all claws,
pour a glass for me,
from the linden tree,
I know better,
busy bee,
and our house,
was built,
by pixies,
so you see,
there´s sugar to find,
it's a home,
we live,
and breathe in,
when ever,
we do find the time,
and the words,
will make,
your eye,
bleed,
just a drop,
every now and then,
we could wait,
and loose,
our senses,
and become,
the last supermen.