Our After Dark Pavement Kissing

I throw your friends at the floor,
throat burnt in a howl of Aftershock,
like I had drunk power cuts.
You short circuit, shout me down the street,
Where you slip in snow, fracture skull on concrete.

Where you slip in snow, fracture skull on concrete.
You short circuit, shout me down the street,
like I had drunk power cuts,
throat burnt in a howl of Aftershock.
I throw your friends at the floor.