作曲 : The Kills
 作词 : The Kills
To the doting boys by your side
Riding roughshod on your starless nights
To she who played concertos
Foul and black
Upon my heartstrings and never looked back

What became of those wild charms

The deep fry of the tide
The tug of the stars
How it stirs me  how it stirs me now
To think my fire burnt them out