In the twilight Linen neckline Hanging off your shoulder in the heroine light I would follow Through your window Rose curtain blowing, cut a hole in the night They caught us throwing rotten oranges From the one overpass at the edge of town Hide down in a ditch Dark hair knotted on the ground You're always soot-eyed and angry The sanded hiss of the wind ripping grass off the dunes No matter how hard we gnawed the ropes They would all hold on When there's nothing When it's over We will drift away Leave it all behind