Burning out. Burning out. 

No places to keep even my schizophrenic shadows. 

Some black, Lord! Put some black here. 

They will gulp them down. 

A oscillating sound, coming across the fallen deserts, 

I had my home there. 

a naked pendulum is waiting there to take me… 

Shine in my shoes and whispering nights in my backpack, 

i have earned this wooden bridge.

Just no fuel in my romantic engine…

Burning out. Burning out. 

A smell of a bamboozled astronaut everywhere.