St. Valentines Day Massacre

You need a scrap of paper to explain You need five minutes on a stairwell Or an hour, forehead on the steering wheel You choke on a red envelope Red searchlights All hearts are bright and warm Chicago radio I breathed into the mic Plains crashing snow buried our black box Snowblind, I lied for you for hours, in lieu of flowers I played records for you for hours, in lieu of flowers Red searchlights All hearts are bright and warm