she was the last tender heartattack. a lipstick autograph. never had a chance.      we spoke in tongues when we were young, kids just having fun at the top of our lungs.      arsenic with a twist. she's a saint like no other. and you know i'll explode as they fade, before they fade away.      faster than you can disguise your slight of hand.      distant and quick, hits like a kiss until your fever sinks. hark, the herald angels sing.      verses rehearsed reverse the curse. so routine for sure. have'nt we tried before?      faster than you can disguise your slight of hand.    faster than you can ignite and all that jazz.