She was looking over her shoulder,
I'll always wonder why,
After all the things that I told her 'bout the killing sky.

Pillar of strength,
Salt of the earth,
Framed in the city lights of hell,
She took a mirror from her purse and froze there in the fire that fell.

Scorched earth fingers tap on my shoulder,
She's my fatal wound,
She floats above a world that can't hold her,
Now she's a blood red moon.

Flesh of my flesh,
Dust of my dust,
Head in a swoon of sweet desire,
I could not wake her from the lust,
Every flame that fed the fire.

And now I'm looking over my shoulder,
I don't know why,
After all the things that I told her about the killing sky.