Under the pale moon, the turning of the key.
The radio's gentle glow lighting up her body.
The red upon her lips, portending wrath upon them dirty little boys.
Here she c-c-come.
She's alright.
And in the desert, the boys refused to show.
Two haunting lights, grinning bright through the spire stones.
Boldly met on the moonlight plane,
A black wager was in the darkness made.
Said darlin' what you think you know?
Well you know we're not alone.
Cold hands grasp the wheel and hold on tight.
But she knows the creatures rule the night.
So go, you might not make it home.
But you know that you were born to run.
Darlin' don't let your title go.
Specter is calling you to roll the dice in the devil's own home.
Little filly is pushing to the limit around the pass of the spire stone.
Baby don't stop, I know you won't.
The people found her, slumping upon the seat.
The sharpened tips of her nails painted tangerine.
And with a crooked smile, she said, "It's all been fun..."
Stiletto on the clutch,
Well here she c-c-come
The kid was shaking, and Ricky closed the gap.
The flickering of the needle upon the dash.
Misjudging on the second turn, the crown was lost and it could not return.
Oh darling what you think you know?
Well you know we're not alone.
credits
from Last Days of Magic,
released October 14, 2016
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