I don't want to owe you my only open road to goodbye what's come undone has proudly gone on dinning growing louder than our clouded-up beginning the island fog now covering your figure or the wreckage in the caption to your picture I don't want to owe you my only open road to goodbye I don't know what to do when the universe is in my room black holes to prove, which creatures to amuse I don't know how to behave when there's nothing in my way battles to choose, which creatures to refuse I don't want to owe you my only open road to goodbye