The windows stay closed
They've never known me
I walk to the door if it looks like it's lonely

The turntable turns
For a song you just learned:
An old story worth telling
Morphology gone wrong

The ashes feel good in my hands
So did you, so they say, so they claim, so did you
The ashes feel good in my hands
So did you, so they say, so they claim, so did you

How can you go home again
If everything has been burnt?
How can you go home again
If everything has been burnt?

You can't ever
You can never
You can't ever
You can never
Bonnie Cane(?) went away, one drunken Welsh Gray
Now I never know what to do