Singing to Bats

Black mascara on your tongue
The evidence of wars you've won
Who's to say that you are strong
When they don't know what's going on?
Quietly I sing to bats
As they scratch the roof
Besides their habitats
The ceiling has no use
I'm sure there were screams and lights with flying kites there
Cobwebs turn into balloons
And I could win you clouds to bounce around
Who has the matchbook?
Let's strike it out
Who has the clown nose
To freak me out?
Stay here and read beside me
Stay here and bleed beside me
It's safe to greet the lightning
The rain is gone
The sun is smiling with a toothy grin
Wish he'd leave us alone
Tomorrow will be the same
No need to rush out
No need to love now