Love there are flowers hangin' in the vine

So high you cannot see

Now my mind must go on holiday

Torn from it's hook a broken Valentine

I see the smoke from a revolver

Will I get hit I hardly care

When I'm bombed I stretch like bubblegum

And look too long straight at the morning sun

Love there are flowers along the avenue

All things perfectly in place

I build a shrine I set a monument

Because you're fire

Because you're a fire escape