Burned



Easily crushed up, kind of callow

Shoot the shutterbugs in Time's Square

Peanut brittle in Candy Land

Archetypal brunette with hawks eye's

A lion's man and pale horse heart

Bit in mouth and ring in nose

Led by red, mistrusted instead



Burned



Crumpled and burned

When the rain crashes like a wildebeest herd

We follow will 'o the wisp's through the rats and hogs

We span the velocity on bald eagle's wings

Colour-blind schemes, motifs and themes

Faint scent of plaster, cracked alabaster



Turn your back on the stigmas

Let them walk their own stilts

Knock them out from under the walkers

But don't spoil the family circus fun

There is a safety net

We'll fall fine



Burned



And burning still, shredded and holy

Still, calm and withdrawn

Pulling in to push out

Whip and crack to taste from the purple panther

Dizzy as Plumb Street

The saxophone player on Fifth Avenue he got a band now

Running wild through The Pound from the bloodhounds

Running wild through The Pound from the bloodhounds



Burned



But it's not my turn to challenge the fire queen

Aerial map of the skin

The delicate sounds of downtown

Even the asphalt and silicone have voices, gothic panes

Lined skin, serenades

Crystal ball eyes, cold lights, warm colours

If you bounce to the rhythm, you will never get numb