Red With Love

Darlin', if this reaches you

please know that I am well

they promised us a gun

and a little piece of heaven

but we're still stuck here in hell.

I don't know when I'll make it home

and I pray it won't be long

the odds are good I'll be intact

but I'd rather be dead than wrong.

Don't waste your tears a'wishin', babe

just hold this truth to heart:

our time together'll be that much sweeter

every moment that we're apart!

My angel, beauty, blushing belle

this war strikes a chord in me

it's fuelin' the fire that you designed

and I'm bringing it back - you'll see.

We'll carry this torch across the city,

our passion's burning sound

and if this town can't hold us together

then we'll burn it right to the ground!

Don't waste your tears a'wishin', babe

just hold this truth to heart:

our time together'll be that much sweeter

every moment that we're apart!

We'll whisper out our killing song

to the streetlights up above

we'll cut apart our closest friends

'till the streets run red with love!

I know the winds are blowin' hard

and the seas I sail are rough

(and why is it that the tough only get going

when the going is so damned tough?)

Well, whenever I should make it back

know that I'll still be your toy

you'll still be my A-bomb baby,

and I'll still be your Blitzkrieg boy!