I came screaming down the highway. Looking for a place to fly. Stopped outside the window. It's only in the blood. . Into the kitchen. Found you lying on the floor.
Ours is the legacy of waste. Waste all the things we turned to dust. Simple if we would like to find. Punished by words I'm takin. Finally pressed youd like to know.
The flowers that I gave you. Dying slowly on the wall. The broken fragments of opinion. As the dirty start to fall. . I'm not as careful as I should have been.
I once saw a man on fire, staring at his window. Watching as the flames grew higher and higher. I thought that I saw him cry or was he only laughing. As his life went rushing on.