Bombed - 2024 Remaster

Love, there are flowers hanging in the vine
So high you cannot see
Now my mind must go on holiday
Torn from its 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