Pure love is freedom 
freer than a fact 
and we are all the slaves 
of exactly that 
Pure love's a queen 
that will have us all killed 
for drinking too much blood 
and then not paying the bill 
Pure love's a forest god 
starting city fires [bad word] up the hills 
with all his bad desires 
Blue whiskey and a cigarette 
and please please don't forget to get some ice so we can celebrate 
Where am I going 
I thought you [bad word] to 
There's ice in this box 
enough for two 

I can't concentrate on chores 
and real life makes me bored 
I just wanna lie in bed 
and be adored 
Ignorance is your kiss 
Let's go down to the beech 
and take photographs of each other's sandy feet 
Never give up 
be real honest but 
remember posers and fakers cry real tears too 
Where am I going 
I thought you [bad word] too 
There's ice in this box 
enough for two