and times move so fast, and now there does not seem to be any
and once it felt that there was more than plenty
I do believe that something somewhere sent me
To you, astray, and the bald raging flame of your heart is making me stay.

and I admit, that I have spent some time in confusion
Not knowing what is or is not illusion
Riddled with myself and [bad word] 
Astray, and the bald raging flame of your heart is making me stay.

and flux, we move, crawl across the sky like the weather
To think that she once thought that I was clever
But I was do or die not now or never