Back in time, sparks fly down beauty lanes
And we're torching a tree and the smoke swirls back to me
Paper mail, there's a firework on its way
Epicurean arson is hot in flame again
But ashes are grey in the day...
Oh ashes are grey in the day...
Yeah ashes are grey in the day...
Mmmm...
Vivid youth under our late evening sky
Watching flames flicking up and I'm warming to your side
Plan a time for a circumstantial crime
Admonishing men, lighting aerosols and wine
Are we lost, are we lost, are we lost...
Are we lost, are we lost, are we lost...
Are we lost, are we lost, are we lost...
Mmmm...
