"as someone sets light to the first fire of Autumn
we settle down, to cut ourselves apart.
cough and twitch from the news on your face
and some foreign candle burning in your eyes (Intro)
held to the past, too aware of the pending
chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale
enter the fog another low road descending
away from the cold lust, your house and summertime
blind to the last curse of the fair
pistols and countless eyes
a trail of white blood betrays
the reckless route your craft is running
feed till the sun turns into wood
dousing an ancient torch
loiter the whole day through
and lose yourself in lines dissecting love (Intro)
your name on my cast and my notes on your stay
offer me little but doting on a crime
we've turned every stone and for all our inventions
in matters of love lost, we've no recourse at all
blind to the last curse of the fair
pistols and countless eyes
a trail of white blood betrays
the reckless route your craft is running
feed till the sun turns into wood
dousing an ancient torch
loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting,
lose yourself in lines dissecting, lose yourself in lines dissecting "