I Want To Burn Again - Magazine

The newcomer arrives

Possession and guilt in his face

Apologises to the Customs man

For the gaping hole in his suitcase

Says 'I've seen where promises are made

I’ve seen how people are undone

It’s always done

Man to man

One to one

I’m ditching an empty suitcase

I’ve been in Storytown

I’ve been swimming in poisons

Been slowing up and down

I’ve known the eeriest wounds

The soul’s long quarantine

When no rewards remain

No one and nothing comes clean

I’ve been blown about for years

On my way to you

I’ve been blown about for years

On my way to you

And I still turn to love

I want to burn again

And I still turn to love

In a room

Where arrangements are made for success

You try to say that you possess me

By your caress

I met your lover yesterday

Wearing some things I left at your place

Singing a song that means a lot to me

I’ve known a certain grace

I’ve been blown about for years

On my way to you.

And I still turn to love

I’m still turning

I want to burn again