Santa Muerte's Lightning & Flare - Paul Thomas Saunders

I fell into Santa Muerte’s eyes,

Cadillac lips that shine but don’t smile,

She said,

«Listen love, I don’t ever cry,

I can sleep at night,

No regrets keep my eyes wide.

You just looked lonely tonight.»

It was a well--rehearsed line,

Told one hundred times.

Put her hand on mine,

And the world just turned under our feet.

Lord, I’ve never felt so old.

You were Lightning,

Lightning and Flare.

You were Lightning,

Lightning and Flare.

In a photograph,

You wore L.A. shades,

Under shelter hiding from the Northern rain.

On the barest wall you hung there, unafraid.

Oh those glory days,

See how you’ve changed.

As you clean the paint from your tired eyes,

Love, in each line’s a tale.

You were Lightning,

Lightning and Flare.

You were Lightning,

Lightning and Flare.

You were Lightning

And Flare.

You were Lightning

And Flare.

You were Lightning

And Flare.

You were Lightning

And Flare.