She's into superstitions Black cats and voodoo dolls I feel a premonition That girl's gonna make me fall She's into new sensations New kicks in the candlelight She's got a new addiction for every day and night She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancin' in the rain She'll make you live her crazy life but she'll take away your pain Like a bullet through your brain (come on!) Upside, inside out, she's livin' la vida loca She'll push and pull you down

Three, four As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn We settle down to cut ourselves apart Cough and twitch from the news on your face And some foreign candle burning in your eyes Held to the past, too aware of the pending Chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale Enter the fog, another low road descending Away from the cold lust, your house and summertime Blind to the last curse of the fair, pistols and countless eyes A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running Feed 'til the sun turns into wood, dousing an ancient torch Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love Your name on my cast and my notes on your stay Offer me little but doting on a crime We've turned every stone and for all our inventions In matters of love loss, we've no recourse at all Blind to the last curse of the fair, pistols and countless eyes A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running Feed 'til the sun turns into wood, dousing an ancient torch Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting Lose yourself in lines dissecting Lose yourself in lines dissecting Lose yourself in lines dissecting Lose yourself in lines dissecting Lose yourself in lines dissecting Lose yourself in lines dissecting Lose yourself in lines dissecting Lose yourself in lines dissecting Lose yourself in lines dissecting Lose yourself in lines dissecting love