(Look behind

Your head is on fire

Whirling masses

Rolling ashes

Keep on yawning

Career dawning

Life is tasteless

Folding paces)

To turn away from the night

Allowing the light a low

He's surely fooling yourself

Leaving life on the shelf

You'll never know

How low an angry heart can go

How long a sitting hands return meant

(Look behind

Your head is on fire

Whirling masses

Rolling ashes

Keep on yawning

Career dawning

Life is tasteless

Folding paces)