Radio Birdman

Love Kills

Radio Birdman


She smokes long cigarettes 
Ashes on her jeans
Came out of Chicago
Looking cold and mean
She said nothing's there 
Nothing left to try
Drinking down at the old Town Bar
I told her when I lied

Drove out to her sister's place 
Out on Island Park Drive 

Love kills your mind
Love kills your time
Love kills the film on your eyes 

Sinking in her grey eyes 
Singing 'We Will Fall'
Staring out the hotel window 
At the pictures in the hall 
Driving out to Detroit Metro 
The snow driving on the wind 
The sky was grey and white 
The road was to the end

Ice was flying through my eyes 
My heart was cold as sin

Love kills your mind
Love kills your time
Love kills the film on your eyes