Past Tense, Future Perfect

Past Tense, Future Perfect

Paint It Black
(album: New Lexicon)

It´s got nothing to do with luck, & it´s got nothing to do with sin.
You said, "God´s got it in for you. You´re fucked," but I don´t believe in him.

Standing underneath stars and satellites.
The sky is not falling on my head tonight.

I can see it out of the corner of my eye, but this time I´ve got a running start.
"What a perfect match," I thought, "Your black eyes and my black heart."

It´s in my blood. No, not that tired cliche.
For me it´s literal, just check the hospital bill.
It´s in my heart. Filed under "left for dead," and sewn together with a needle and thread.
It´s in my head. History is fiction. God can´t touch us now; we´re out of his jurisdiction.