I don’t know if this staged, and I don’t care. This might be what I’ve ever wanted from love/lust summed up in one photograph. I even wrote a song about it before it happened, which you can see in this old blog post. And now, the song has a name.

“Vancouver Skyline”

He was lost in a warzone
she was a warrior at heart
she was fighting for freedom
while he stood there falling apart

he said, “I know that you don’t trust me
and I wouldn’t trust you if you did,
so now I’m fleeing the country,
stake my claim to the highest bid
it’s goin dooooooooooooooooooown…like that.”

She ripped all of his clothes off
in the shit, with mortars abound
pushed him into the foxhole
and showed him how it really goes down.

Their screams got lost in the blast of shells
and their bodies lost their weight
they awoke at last, the enemy
Wanted by the state

“What have we got our selves into?
I don’t think it is true
That love is all and everything
Unless I make it with you
It’s gone dooooooooooooooown…like that.”

It’s goin down like that
It goes down like that
It went down like that.

Then she said
“Trust is such a loaded weapon,
it falls apart - no exceptions
but if our conception was never mentioned
we’d know that we had the best intentions
I’m ready to be the first in line, leave it to me or it’ll curse your mind,
if you had the nerve to climb it’d curve your spine
I serve the kind that’s got the perfect mind but when I can’t find them then you’re just fine
know you’d better be ready see the enemies obscenities could never be remedied, don’t get ahead of me just let it be….

…And clean up the mess.

She left the place a crimson hue
Of the friends she once had
He spent the days a simple dude
And feeling sort of bad…

But very much in love.