Perfect Murder

Glove

Move inside my daydream


Like fingers in a glove


Twisting round and round and round


Round and round and round with love


The meeker sleeker circle girls dressed in docile white


Spinning on a hill they follow the dracula kite


The first idea flew thin and uninvited from the sky


I reached out my hands and held the knife of ice





Very thin red water flowed underneath my skin


I turned their eyes blue children


The perfect murder


Wait until the darkest coldest summer nights


That's when it starts


But if you blink you'll miss the fun


You'll lose their pretty hearts