Divine bird of paradise Inner city high rise Teenage sunset Zenobia dream You looked good on the tv screen Eyes wide Staring up at the sun Blind light I want to be one But oh You're so cold You should be mine You look wild with a cigarette You smell of pine and God's sweet Walking on water Sipping beer I'm all shook up I want to be near Ice cold But I can hear you drip Suns warmth melting your lips You say uh huh You could be mine I stalk down to your street Vintage clothing stores and dried meats Accapella Songbird and wine Heart songs and unemployment lines Lover/fighter/nail biter Rhyming dictionary hack of a writer You fold your sheets down One at a time You say Uh huh Maybe You could be mine