Across the overpa** it starts to rain. We leave your father's house enveloped in flames. Owen where were you to stop the fire? I know no satisfaction only know desire. My arms are tender from the summer sun. Hallucinating as we try to make each other come. Your silhouette a stuttering of tracers. The rising flame reflects across our faces. The mind is merciful in its ignorance, For if we correlated all it contents We'd give our bodies over to a fire That knows no satisfaction only knows desire.