Last Cicada

Spitting fire
In your eyes
Make a promise
Just for tonight
We may dance in sweet romance
Loose your mind
And take a chance

My words are failing you now
My ways will end us somehow

Spitting fire in your eyes
Make a promise
I'll leave you
Tonight

I don't need
Need your things
I got my
My own things
In the material world my fears are full
And my hands incomplete