I was with the dark star Crying in the sonar Like a television grain screen Trying to be solar. No, my baby got me red sky And I was just a skydive. As with Washington in twilight I'm the shadow in the low rise. I call her supernova I call her supernova Over me and another I call her supernova Remember when the attic Surrounded us in static? There was tarot in the ash-trick Which told me not to panic. Oh, my baby got me red night Bullets at a knife fight Her electricity fire Now luminous in starlight Yeah! I call her supernova I call her supernova Over me and another I call her supernova Na na na na yeah! I was with a dark star, lying in The sonar, got my television, My vision red, come screaming From a radar, she hits first With a white eye, oh I I call her supernova I call her supernova Over me and another I call her supernova. Oh yeah...