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



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, You House And Summertime.



Blind To The Last Cursed Affair 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.



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 Loss, We've No Recourse At All.



Blind To The Last Cursed Affair 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.