Infernal Fantasy-Owen Pallett
Across the overpass it starts to rain.
We leave your father's house enveloped in flames.
Owen where were you to stop the fire?
I know no satisfaction only know desire.
My arms are tender from the summer sun.
Hallucinating as we try to make each other come.
Your silhouette a stuttering of tracers.
The rising flame reflects across our faces.
The mind is merciful in its ignorance,
For if we correlated all it contents
We'd give our bodies over to a fire
That knows no satisfaction only knows desire.