(Look behind 
Your head is on fire 
Whirling masses 
Rolling ashes 
Keep on yawning 
Career dawning 
Life is Tasteless 
Folding paces) 

To turn away from the night 
Allowing the light a low 
He's surely fooling yourself 
Leaving life on the shelf 

You'll never know 
How low an angry heart can go 
How long a sitting hands return meant 

(Look behind 
Your head is on fire 
Whirling masses 
Rolling ashes 
Keep on yawning 
Career dawning 
Life is Tasteless 
Folding paces)