Murder

Murder’s just a word
For lack of something else to say
Murder’s just a game
For lack of something else to play

Put your finger
Put your fingers on it
Something’s got me
Something’s got my heart by the throat

Blood is just a shade
On the palette of your blushing body
Blood is not afraid
Of all of this internal bleeding

Put your finger
Put your fingers on it
Something’s got me
Something’s got my heart by the throat

Love is just a flame
Burning us with indiscretion
Love, is not to blame
If murder is a man’s invention
Love is not a man’s invention

Inhale, exhale, dovetail, set sail
Nightingale, blackmail, go to jail, make bail
Prevail, unveil every detail
Read my braille, put your fingers on it