Orange and melt back, so weak after I come down and relax Drove thirteen miles, the only way to stop me is to cut it off Keeping busy with a guide around the old town Feel uneasy as you tell me about your family situation I step out of, look at myself feening And come back to forget it all A dusty morning, it could destroy me with a good intent Fictitious tiling, remembering a cold lover's delusional So frustrated that you concentrate a tower Cower beneath it with your siren sticking needles in your arm Serrated mountain, look at yourself feeling And come back to forget it all