Burn, bridges! Burn!
Become glowing coals,
And boil the river-stream.
Craze the town to burn them all,
Burn!
When I look I cannot see anything but the past.
Curdle my neuroses.
Burn, bridges! Burn!
Become glowing coals,
And boil the river-stream.
Craze the town to burn them all,
Burn!
When I look I cannot see anything but the past.
Curdle my neuroses.