Later that night you remember your so-called friends,
The letter is written,
It's sealed and it's ready to send
Kerosene flirts with the air,
Victory smells like despair,
Find an address regardless of where or the when
No present,
No future,
Only past happening,
Over and over and over again, now
The fire that runs down the trellis is calling your name,
What mortal can resist the lure of the flame?
She glances up to the sky, but it's not quite enough just to cry,
The rocket's red glare leaves you feeling all of the same
There's no present,
No future,
Only past happening,
Over and over and over again, now