If you jump in the fire I surely will follow, I will not be afraid, I solder to you in the ashes we make. If you jump in the fire I surely will follow, I will not be afraid, our carbon won't be betrayed, but that resulted in the sudden wipe-out of my senses leaving me the hostage of an empty space accommodating nothing but the onset of obsession, and down where you go there's a blue chateaux, and then an insipid - off the cuff - low brow conversation like the ones that they spit out on TV stations. It's too bad I should've told you in person that the mess we made was ballet. It's too bad you should've told me in person the banister was broken.