A morbid acoustic love song, first decent take singing I've had in awhile.

If I was the criminal,
and you were the crime.
Would you make me pay?
Or help me do the time?

If I was the suspect
and you were the case,
would you help me out,
or put me in my place?

If you be my corpse,
I'll be your killer.
We could create our own,
psychological thriller.
And you'd be the bones,
I'd bury so,
we could keep running, 
you and I,
until tomorrow.

I'll be the offender, 
if you be my offense,
Justify my actions,
in the absence of defense.

I'll be your killer,
if you be my corpse, 
a crime of only passion,
in every single court.

If you be my corpse,
I'll be your killer.
We could create our own,
psychological thriller.
And you'd be the bones,
I'd bury so,
we could keep running, 
you and I,
until tomorrow.

I'll be your killer,
if you promise me this,
your memory won't haunt me,
and I won't live restless.

And you could be the body,
to captivate me,
only and if only,
you promise not to leave.

If you be my corpse,
I'll be your killer.
We could create our own,
psychological thriller.
And you'd be the bones,
I'd bury so,
we could keep running, 
you and I,
until tomorrow.

Sheep Michael Thompson