Arson

Avalon is burning,
like my last bridge and the stairway to heaven,
and I swear that this world has never been brighter.
As the smoke fills my lungs I start breathing better.
Fire is cleansing,
it will make everything new again.

The boatman is raging,
but the fire is calling-
I am staying right here
to burn together with the world.
I will burn till I'm beautiful
and new again.

We'll fall down together,
me and the world.
As ashes we will fall,
then rise bright and beautiful
and new again.