I really want it to be sweet,

Like rainbows melting on my lips,

Like butterflies by sunshine kissed,

Like green grass underneath my feet,

I really want it to be sweet.

There’s black and red on battlefield

And ghosts are singing happy songs,

It tastes so bitter on their tongues

The winners marching for the killed.

There’s black and red on battlefield.

I really want it to be sweet,

Like the warm light inside your eyes,

Like honey made in paradise,

Like there’s just love, and no goodbyes.

I really want it to be sweet.

Concrete and literally sweet.