long ago i kissed her skull   sunbleached and beautiful   slick-wet with diesel fuel   we'll watch the midnight movie   painted with the sky   bleeding white butterflies   after surfacing from the mirror   (where the rabbits lead us)   woman shaking death from her hair   i swear the wind sounded like spirits voicing all the things that tortured them   (when they were men)   the fire light was an offering to the god   that runs through the bark of the trees, i believe   like the sky above me   we won't live to see it end   now lets not pretend   that it could've been   (any other way)   long and slow i kissed her skull   sunbleached and beautiful   slick-wet with diesel fuel   we'll watch the midnight movie   painted with the sky   bleeding white butterflies   older ghosts than you and me   listen to the whispering   whisper to the listening   the old grey ghost and i   whisper to the listening sky   by the gods above us   we won't live to see it end   now let's not pretend   that it could've been   (any other way)   bleeding white butterflies   long and slow i kissed her skull