It's objective real to me Like it takes my breath away I'm keeping temper but beguile Worst is yet to come - it's your killing smile And if i'm walking in the rain Could i ask you something about your name Is it fameless, is it known? is it now to call? or have i to go? Icy feeling down on me - a nearing flow that i can see The tight straight up in its' back - gives no chance to be ahead Killing smile - it's your killing smile I see you smiling all around Could i ask you something about future sound Is it sexy, is it vile? is it on the top? or a killing smile? A broken neck by your own flesh - a killing smile is what you get The future sounds a force to come - a little chance without forerun Killing smile - it's your killing smile She was walking in rain there But got no chance to be ahead Closed the door and removed the wet dress To lay it on the tv - where IT came out But the wet dress was no shield And the smiling ran to become a laughing Laughing at her! And it began to smile And it began to laugh And she began to understand It's a killing smile! It's your killing smile that wants to take me high But i will not reply your ably way to retune _______________________________________________ By Dickinson