Comin' down from an old, familiar high. It's a long way down from where we started. And I, I don't know. I can read your face, says we're not quite broke but something's out of place

Tumbling down, own towards the place we tried avoiding. Burnin' down. Drownin' out all the evil voices

She leans in close with her skin-tight clothes and in dulcet tones she says to me touch me. And I know it's probably wise to go, but she says touch me

Light a match and burn it down behind you. All your dreams, now just embers rainin' down burned where you left them. Gone for good

You were warned a thousand times or more, but to hell with the caution. Thrown to the wind