Burn

Burn the clothes you have sewn on

God's closet you can choose as you wish

Come on, come on with me

Patches die on you

Insects on my thoughts intersect on these sparkly highway ducts

Come on, come on with me

They fall on your knees

Autumn leaves

And you burn, burn, burn

Nothing belongs to me

Not even your face well glued on

You can change it but not your soul

They say that she walks a few steps from you

Sometimes she goes away

She's late

She's late to return

And you burn, burn, burn