Passengers of Youth

A shot point blank in the heart
You moved right through me
As we wiped the earth clean off the marital beds we never knew
You said goodbye cruel world and kissed me in the cemetery
Passengers of youth, bicycles drifting through
Eyes shut tight and fearless of the crash
Can I die in your company and rest my head right here?
Hunter, you’re a fiction of the times
Guiding like a beam of light
Hell will never claim us, nor the color of your eyes
Contain the brightness of the moon exploding in the sky
In a world that is blind, somehow we collided
To die by your side
Same time, next life
Your hand, slow ride