Wayne Shorter
Burn
The plot begins with you
And me in darklit rooms
Your cigarette cuts through
I wear it like perfume

The melody gives way
We silently behave
The story never read
Is torn up into shreds

I see it in your eyes
The invitation lies
But pages left to turn
Our chapters we should burn

The melody gives way
We silently behave
The story never read
Is torn up into shreds

I see it in your eyes
The invitation lies
But pages left to turn
Our chapters we should burn