They say, Boy, you'll catch your...nThey say, Son, you'll catch your death.nAnd does it come to us in a dream of a flaming over?nnSee I turn and I burnn'Til my quilts, they catch the firenAnd then it comes to us in a dream of a flaming overnnShocked sound in a quiet room:nIt wrecks! It wrecks!nShocked sound as the blood, it blooms:nIt wrecks! It wrecks!nThe current calms you down a bitnThe wedding left you so alone, alone, alone!nnThe air, it thinsnThe room, it could just blownThe kitchen ablaze, my bed is one big glownAnd so it comes to us in a dream of a flaming over, dancing over, burning overnnShocked sound in a quiet room:nIt wrecks! It wrecks!nShocked sound as the blood, it blooms:nIt wrecks! It wrecks!nThe current calms you down a bitnThe wedding left you so alone, did it?nnShocked sound it a quiet room:nIt wrecks, it wrecks, it wrecks, it wrecks, it wrecks,noh, you did it again!nnThey say:nThe moon may have been ripped out of the earth itself eons ago.