6 a.m. Christmas morning. 

No shadows, 

no reflections here. 

Lying cheek to cheek  

in your cold embrace.  

So soft and so tragic 

as a slaughterhouse. 

You press the knife 

against your heart. 

And say, 

“I love you, so much you must kill me now.”   

I love you 

so much 

you must kill me now.  

If I was your vampire, 

certain as the moon, 

instead of killing time, 

we’ll have each other 

until the sun.  

If I was your vampire, 

death waits for no one. 

Hold my hands  

across your face, 

because I think 

our time has come. 

Digging your smile apart 

with my spade-tounge. 

The hole is where the heart is. 

We built this tomb together,  

and I won’t fill it alone. 

Beyond the pale 

everything is black, 

no turning back. 

If I was your vampire, 

certain as the moon, 

instead of killing time, 

we’ll have each other 

until the sun.  

If I was your vampire,  

death waits for no one.

Hold my hands  

across your face,  

because I think  

our time has come   

Blood-stained sheets 

in the shape of your heart, 

this is where it starts… 

Blood-stained sheets 

in the shape of your heart, 

this is where it starts. 

This is where it will end. 

Here comes the moon again.   

6:19 and I know I’m ready  

Drive me off the mountain. 

You’ll burn, 

I’ll eat your ashes. 

The impossible wheels seducing 

our corpse. 

If I was your vampire, 

certain as the moon, 

instead of killing time, 

we’ll have each other 

until the sun. 

If I was your vampire, 

death waits for no one. 

Hold my hands 

across your face,  

because I think 

our time has come.   

this is where it starts.  

This is where it will end. 

Here comes the moon again. 

Here comes the moon again. 

this is where it starts. 

This is where it will end. 

Here comes the moon again. 

Here comes the moon again. 

Here comes the moon again. 

Here comes the moon again.