Supernova

I was with the dark star
Crying in the sonar
Like a television grain screen
Trying to be solar.
No, my baby got me red sky
And I was just a skydive.
As with Washington in twilight
I’m the shadow in the low rise.
I call her supernova
I call her supernova
Over me and another
I call her supernova
Remember when the attic
Surrounded us in static?
There was tarot in the ash-trick
Which told me not to panic.
Oh, my baby got me red night
Bullets at a knife fight
Her electricity fire
Now luminous in starlight
Yeah!
I call her supernova
I call her supernova
Over me and another
I call her supernova
Na na na na yeah!
I was with a dark star, lying in
the sonar, got my television,
my vision red, come screaming
from a radar, she hits first
with a white eye, oh I
I call her supernova
I call her supernova
Over me and another
I call her supernova.
Oh yeah…