Burning Bridges

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

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

There will be no us, modeled 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

Burning bridges so they swim slow across the sea

Give me away by the flames of her and me

Burning bridges so they swim slow across the sea

Give me away by the flames from you and me

From you and me

You and me

You and me

You and me

Her and me