Stuck on the street
watch debri pass my feet
And I'm wondering
where our legacies will lead
Let the sun burns holes
in my soul and my cheek
And I'll burn, burn, burn
when the black dogs retreat
Another wishful verse
from a book that you would read
If you had some faith
or desire to believe
In a faceless void filled
by pages incomplete
So I'll burn, burn, burn
when the black dogs retreat
