[ Featuring The Electric Post ]
Burn the clothes you have sewn on
God's closet you can choose as you wish
Come on, come on with me
Patches die on you
Insects on my thoughts intersect on these sparkly highway ducts
Come on, come on with me
They fall on your knees
Autumn leaves
And you burn, burn, burn
Nothing belongs to me
Not even your face well glued on
You can change it but not your soul
They say that she walks a few steps from you
Sometimes she goes away
She's late
She's late to return
And you burn, burn, burn
