On and off, the cylinders burn

With the fading heart of youth

And the sun slips below the treelike

Just out of view

Back and forth across the sky

The stars are hanging from a wire

(Machine guns still firing in the corners of our eye)



But in the light of the day we'll disappear 

Just like the little sparks against the sun

No one remembers where they begin

or where we end



In and out, the days escape the damages of dawn

Still our dreams lie in broken pieces

Rustin on the lawn



But in the light of the day we'll disappear 

Just like the little sparks against the sun

No one remembers where they begin

or where we end



The first step's got me lying on the floor

By the second step, I hear a knocking at the door

Three: I put my life in your hands

By the fourth step how much light is left?

Five six seven-I can see my dark and the harm

I've done, I've left

Eight, nine ten- I'll take it back again

Eleven twelve: I'm putting out fires in hell...