Daywalkers

It seems your ginger flavor on your chin
I love to taste it, I used to kill for it

I join our freckles, drawing hearts in our faces
It's your skin, my red love, my tender beam of light

Cut their fingers to 'make my lipsticks
I'm your glory, your faith and your sin
Taste my tongue and my hand
You are my lover, my dirty bloody gun

Use my glasses, hide the traces
Make these tombs some honey holes