This Time Imperfect (Album Version)

We held hands on the last night on earth, our mouths filled with dust

We kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves

It was empty on the edge of town, but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river

So we walked through the waste, where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease

In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner"