Her body washed up on the shoreline.
Her blood was red and her lips were blue—
but when I saw her face, I thought of you...
I saw her dying in that train car,
a ring of fire on a rusted floor.
I want to keep watching—but I want you more.
The owls aren't what they seem!
No, the owls aren't what they seem.
'Cause demons don't get their kicks from a TV screen.
And when I close my eyes to sleep,
you're the only one I see.
My head was full of blood and lies
when I kissed your lips in the dark;
I tried, but dead girls kill the spark.
I thought of you in a wood-paneled room—
the secret passage and the smell of perfume—
I think it's time we started watching something new.