Low, Low, Low.

You could get caught in the wind
or worse, this bad geometry
love triangle I'm fucked up in.
You could get caught up in me.
A good kiss, and never wish
for anything else, I know I can
see the same reflection in
your eyes I saw in theirs.

And, I will leave you low, low, low.
And, I will leave you, you know, know
before the Sun sets on Venus again.

You could take a train, locomotive
and run away cause I'm a bomb
and the fall out could be you.
I could be something nuclear,
you could be something sad dear.
If you choose to stay around.

And, I will leave you low, low, low.
And, I will leave you, you know, know
before the Sun sets on Venus again.

Nothing like here comes the sun
nothing left to burn in me, so run.