River Song

Ben Christophers
She came round here like ravens,
little diamonds on water
There's blood on your lips,
kissed by the ruin glow of your lust
Captured in your arms
Dead city dreamer
Creep from your hair like vultures do
Deep inside your skin
Ride pretty shadow
Finger tips crawl from you
Wrecking ball swings over us eye's shut
Bicycle spokes
Innocent spin,
as lonely as addiction you're it
tenderness lost
She came round here like ravens,
little diamonds on water
There's blood on your lips,
kissed by the ruin glow of your lust
Captured in your arms
Dead city dreamer
Creep from your hair like vultures do
Deep inside your skin
Ride pretty shadow
Finger tips crawl from you