We come from farnTo leave everything behindnWe travelled a long, long waynTo leave this old burden behindnWe’d better burn these books on a holy firenLet these flames kill our own bare hands…nDifferently worded though…nQuite differently worded thoughnWe come from farnAnd in this state of mindnI am no more than a passengernWho wishes not to look behindnIn this silence all I hear are chilly overtonesnAll these books I have burned on this holy firenThese new-born desires are killing the past, boy…nDifferently worded thoughnQuite differently worded thoughnHush now take it easynYou sure had enough for one day…nWe ought to be…n