Split skies at Eventide
Little iddy biddy black veil,
for my pink disguise.
Anything with anaesthetic appeal,
Numbing all the signs of life –
to feel the fear.
Blur the bounds of night and day,
'Cause Eventide’s a game we play.
Milkshakes and cyanide.
Little caramelly chocolate pill,
for my suicide.
Anything with diabetic appeal,
Sweetening the signs of life –
to taste the fear.
Blur the bounds of night and day.
'Cause Eventide’s a game we play.
Flying down a slippery side,
Sweet and spicy little savage barbs,
as my platinum prize.
Anything with an addictive appeal,
Hooking me along for life –
to need the fear.
Blur and bounds of night and day,
'Cause Eventide’s a game we play.
Lyrics by John Berry