All of her life was on the run
She never saw the same sun
Another town of evil men

And pretty mouths with poison pens

And then there's me

I'm pretty nice
On her advice
I set her free into the wild

Kiss her goodbye
Oh, kiss her good, make it last


'Cause you're the past, praise
Now she's transformed into praise
The highest form of praise, haze

Outside the warm through, sun and storm
Her purple form


But that's just her, that's not you
That's not me, now we're patagones
We need our love, we need our sins

Our periods and our Berlins

And I'll forget her name

And I'll forget her face
Although we have no shame
Although we have some grace


We won't leave a trace, praise
Now she's transformed into praise

The highest form of praise, haze
Outside the warm, through sun and storm, her purple form