All This For a Kiss

I'll deny no truth that answers me
I'll weep before Anita in a dream
No firing gun shot through those in need
All to listen to the hideout with a drink
Red roses gyring toward the drain
Mouth running with water in the grave

I know you'll stop it, I know
Know you'll stop it, I know
You'll befall me, I know
When I'm sickly, uh huh
You would stop it, I know
So I'm healthy, aglow
Never sickly

For a kiss, all for a kiss
For a quick and quiet kiss
For a whole-hearted kiss I've done this
Let's not become tragic