An old man bent in half walks towards the train tracks
With his head at his ankles, I watch his hair drag
On the cracked concrete, catching trash at his feet

Heart candy and pink rose petals
I should have known by the cold, it was Valentine´s Day
"This month´s for groundhogs and dying", my father would say
The man shuffles by, hear him groan, hear him sigh
As the train rattles up and waits
Ribbons trail from his shoes
Like the ones you´d use to tie your hair in a halo braid

Baby, deep in the heart of Rome
There´s a sanctified crown of flowers
That would be better blessed as your headdress

I´d brand your name on my face if you asked me to
I´d kill the winter with my shadow so your dogwoods can bloom

Though it seems like I forgot, there´s this plan that I got
To steal a present luminescent as you
Ain´t no sacred price too great, no law that I won´t break
To see you shine like a stained glass saint

Baby, deep in the heart of Rome
There´s a sanctified crown of flowers
That rests on holy bones encased in gold
But it would be better blessed as your headdress

I´ll walk the coast ´til I crawl, bathe in pool hall stalls
Steal for my meals, feed the hounds at my heels
Float, unknown, into Rome in a cargo hold
And snatch the crown, on a moonless night
Right off the skull of Saint Valentine

Then I´ll smash his fucking head in

Baby, I´d risk eternal fire
To see your pretty head crowned in flowers
Don´t you cry for Saint Valentine
He won´t mind, no, he won´t mind
He´s been dead for so long, but we still got time
Elena please, come on, baby, say you´re still mine