Lisa's song is magical in fact it's a verve sabbatical There are thirteen black birds that sing through the intro in full metal leather, pure anti-disco. Lisa's song is blue sky lightning full dressed sex with an ocean widening crackling static, and waves by pairs An overgrown yard like nobody cares The blowing steam at an alley opening. The chorus is a bit too long as the werewolves howl outside There is no bridge in Lisa's song As we lost boys fall from sight. Lisa's song is full of woe But so many are, don't you know? We grow up fast, we come down slow And Lisa's is a crimson bow A song I wrote in case she shows up tonight to raise her lows. Lisa's song is full of strings and a long hallway with shakin' keys It'll keep you up at night like me crawling through your memories Lisa's song is half brand new a song of what we all went through. The chorus is a bit too bright as our tunnel ends with train The outro is a falsetto, light... But full of postponed pain.