She was an American girl with sunshine hair
He was a London boy with a destructive soul
They were inseparable right from the start
But soon love's consuming kiss took it's toll
She cut herself on his razor-blade lips
and he drunk in her venom like fine wine
They flew to the moon in their minds
Lost in that bed, whilst their stars align
His passion for her turned toxic and deadly
He tore right through her fragile heart
Truth was found in the eyes of friends
They foresaw the turmoil from the start
He took the poison, his one true lover
Promised worlds he could only dream of
It filled the gaps she left, the spaces between
This destructive pointless thing called love
The second stanza really sticks out in this for me, it's language is brilliant. The lines: 'they flew to the moon in their minds, Lost in that bed whilst their stars align' creates a beautiful image of a romance in full bloom, and how people can become truly engaged in all it's intricacies and wonders. Overall, i think you've really captured what i believe to be a romance from it's start to finish in all it's 'destructive' glory.
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