(Look behind Your head is on fire Whirling masses Rolling ashes Keep on yawning Career dawning Life is tasteless Forty paces Run and hide Your head's on fire Whirling masses Rolling ashes Dream of morning Queen of dawning Life is tasteless Forty paces) To turn away from the night Allowing the light alone Is surely fooling yourself Leaving half on the shelf You'll never know How low an angry heart can go How long a sitting hand's return meant (Look behind Your head is on fire Whirling masses Rolling ashes Dream of morning Career dawning Life in stasis Forty paces) Does anybody else here feel that fear That none of all these good things had to be Or is it just me