The Particular Go

Most endings loom
All blossom fades
We burn so low
Can’t you see the shades?
Don’t elucidate
That I need to grow
Burning so
Burning so low
I do not trust my eyes
Still I feel the punch
We burn so low
Can’t you see the shades?
Don’t hallucinate
I don’t need to know
Burning so
Burning so low
In the aftermath
Will you sense the shame
I have come to know?
Drop your eery smile
Don’t illuminate
Your particular go
Nothing good’s gonna come out of that
Nothing good’s gonna come out of being here
Nothing good’s gonna come out of that
Nothing good’s gonna come out of staying here
Burning so low
So low
Burning so low
So low.