i ran a trail of firenthru the meadow pathsnguided by the river banksnand trees from which they'll have me hangnkeep running away from the firenkeep running away from the lightntil it's gonennare all our summersnat one with the ground?nand everything i loved you forna trail of fire from the doornthat leads me to a hiding placenand locking me insidennhow loud this blade of grassnhow long til eventidenthe dark that shroud your loving neighbournhe's the one who lit the papernwhile the reason's unexpressednand the sources undeterminednthe innocent are voicelessnthe voiceless are innocentnshould i cut that middlemannjust dig a hole and throw me innsay a prayer to my loving saviournhe's the one who lit the papernsay a prayer to my loving saviournhe's the one who lit the papernnfrom them i strip the titlenextinguish and misusenand all our engraved memoriesnare unsuccessful remediesni'm sick of papering the cracksnand extinguishing the fire tracksnnthough flawed by designni'm torn from the strifenthat did pile at the doornbut is feared no morenthough i once wedded hernand her want was to playnas another's arms heldntook her wanting awaynnquestions on top of questions don't think thatnit is too late for mennunsungnuntied nunlive