Lightning hits the roof, 
shoves the knife, darkness, 
deep in the walls. 
They bleed light all over us 
and your face, the fan, folds up, 
so I won't see how afraid 
to be with me you are. 
We don't mix, even in bed, 
where we keep ending up. 
There's no need to hide it: 
you're snow, I'm coal, 
I've got the scars to prove it. 
But open your mouth, 
I'll give you a taste of black 
you won't forget. 
For a while, I'll let it make you strong, 
make your heart lion, 
then I'll take it back.