We come from far   To leave everything behind   We travelled a long, long way   To leave this old burden behind   We’d better burn these books on a holy fire   Let these flames kill our own bare hands…   Differently worded though…   Quite differently worded though   We come from far   And in this state of mind   I am no more than a passenger   Who wishes not to look behind   In this silence all I hear are chilly overtones   All these books I have burned on this holy fire   These new-born desires are killing the past, boy…   Differently worded though   Quite differently worded though   Hush now take it easy   You sure had enough for one day…   We ought to be…