you belong to a simpler time,
I'm a victim to the impact of these words and this rhyme
'Cause when that dead moon rises again,
there'll be no time to stall or protocol to hem us in
Darling, when the dog slides open the door and where she go,
there's no time or use in searching for the mutt's remains
throw all consequence aside,
and a cheerless pyre we will set alight.