Four arc lights. Moving stealth
Two ride up north. Into the barrel fear
Desire to share. My valiant care
Downtown Hanoi

We are drowning in purple wine
Standing as one, as one we line
Gold and light did stop their dance
A fever obscene, a wicked romance

I'm tasting sweat on my tongue
Fane of wicked green
Faith to the heart
Passion and death
Downtown's breath