All our hearts are stained And every love is tainted And over every red hole A black door is painted You would take colors all away If it was in your power And cut a hole To mar your skin And shit on every flower Make it good Make it silly Make it lessened by the dark Make it come Onto her face And make it not an evil mark Laugh about it We sing in a tradition After all, it's song It is not an action Only the singing is deed And the listening complicit You'll die in the dark with me And we'll sing for the sun's visit