As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn

We settle down to cut ourselves apart, yeah...

We cough and twitch from the news on your face

And some foreign candle was burning in your eyes, 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, your 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

Feet to the sun turns into wood, dousing an ancient torch

Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love, 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 invention

In matters of love lost, we've no recourse at all, 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

Feet to the sun turns into wood, dousing an ancient torch

Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting

Yourself in lines dissecting

Lose yourself in lines dissecting

Lose yourself in lines dissecting

Lose yourself in lines dissecting

Lose yourself in lines

Lose yourself in lines dissecting

Lose yourself in lines dissecting

Lose yourself in lines.

Lose yourself in lines.