Serena’s Kills

Do you sometimes feel like a ghost
Or like the day is just a candy-colored pill to swallow
Melting away in the mouth of tomorrow
Melting away in tomorrow's fucking night

If we could call the night Serena
Then we could count Serena's kills
She holds a mirror to your dreams and
She shows you nothing but a black and burned-out sky

Serena's kills
Serena's kills
Serena's kills are getting bad again

Beside the bed there is a body on the floor
Rebuking me from where it's done a thousand times or more
Each hour is a copy of the one before
Another ghost floats past the dial

Serena's kills
Serena's kills
Serena's kills are getting bad

The morningbird sings
"Maybe she won't find you"
But it always sings
And she's always close behind you

But with all this evening kills
It's not quite writing on the wall
Baby, we can have it all
More or less

When my legs give way beneath me
You can catch me as I fall
Baby, we can have it all
More or less

If we could call the night Serena
We could count Serena's kills
Watch our watercolors burn
Red-yellow-green

And on my knees I'll play
"With all the dreams inside a day
They can never make them all Serena's kills"
Said, "they can never make them all Serena's kills"