And when the day recedes Into the distant hollows of your mind, You will survey the damage done and Look to cranes as specters in the sky. She used to dream of disaster and Her mouth grew thick with the taste of fire and fuel She got so sick of feeling bored; An emperor's child with not a lot to do. But oh it explodes on a Thursday In crimson and black. Emptied the roads for the last time The weeds will grow back. Back when the boys played ball on Houston, Shirtless, handsome, sweat like wine She stood and stared and felt ashamed But she couldn't unhook her gazing green eye. Cause I'm a girl who stands by God And I won't be won by temptation I don't give in to tenderness Though I long for kiss in a station. But oh it explodes on a Thursday She's down on her back. She couldn't have chosen a worse way A different attack. She thinks that hospitals and heaven In the right light look the same. The walls are white with miles of quiet And everything's cool cause the dead don't know pain. Cause I'm a girl who stands by God And I won't be won by temptation I don't give in to tenderness Though I long for kiss in a station.