verse 1
Your flaming face is the fire of fools.
My lonely cart in the corner sitting on the stool.
Now the rules are round and rather cruel.
You shuffle the long with the lever at use.
verse 2
Our excuse in the shame out far and here.
All the rules and their fate from the burning still.
And they ashes from the slashes on the regions of hell.
They'll combine with the love from me transfers.
verse 3
There will be no us, modelled by your curse.
My old bruise through the flesh in my hunger hurts.
With my nephew of mess and a whole of your promise.
I must hide in speech, leaving low these parts.
verse 4
Burning bridges so less men know across the sea.
Give me away by the flames of her and me.
Burning bridges so less men know across the sea.
Give me away by the flames from you and me.
Chorus
From you, only you.
You and me
You and me
You and me
You and me
Her and me
OUTRO