i ran a trail of fire   thru the meadow paths   guided by the river banks   and trees from which they'll have me hang   keep running away from the fire   keep running away from the light   til it's gone      are all our summers   at one with the ground?   and everything i loved you for   a trail of fire from the door   that leads me to a hiding place   and locking me inside      how loud this blade of grass   how long til eventide   the dark that shroud your loving neighbour   he's the one who lit the paper   while the reason's unexpressed   and the sources undetermined   the innocent are voiceless   the voiceless are innocent   should i cut that middleman   just dig a hole and throw me in   say a prayer to my loving saviour   he's the one who lit the paper   say a prayer to my loving saviour   he's the one who lit the paper      from them i strip the title   extinguish and misuse   and all our engraved memories   are unsuccessful remedies   i'm sick of papering the cracks   and extinguishing the fire tracks      though flawed by design   i'm torn from the strife   that did pile at the door   but is feared no more   though i once wedded her   and her want was to play   as another's arms held   took her wanting away      questions on top of questions don't think that   it is too late for me      unsung   untied    unlive