What will it matter then   when the sky's not blue but blazingred   the fact that I simply love you      when all our dreams lay deformed and dead   we'll be two radio-active dancers   spinning in different directions   and my love for you will be reduced to power      the screams will perform louder and louder   your marble flesh will soon be raw and burning   and kissing will reduce my lips to a pulp      hideous creatures will return from the underground   and the fact that I love you   will die      you don't have to sleep to see nightmares   just hold me close   then closer still   and you'll feel the probabilities pulling us apart