Premonition

Caught by spies, chocolate eyes, strung out youth

Loving yourself, tearing yourself tooth by tooth

"Look up", Saint Peter said

Your mom's got a liquor head, do you?

It's gonna be a perfect day

Say the word and I'll run away with you

Hey baby, you know I'm falling for you

Hey babe, like a bomb, like a bomb, like a

Hey baby, your premonition is true

Like a bomb, like a bomb that I fell onto

Caught by spies, crashing all night

Cold church pews

Selling yourself, wrecking yourself

Nothing's new

Held up at a nickel store

Some guys got nothing more to lose

It's gonna be a beautiful day

I'll do anything for you

Dreading the sea around no more

We'll turn it to booze for swallowing

I'll be the body armor

And you can be the skin