| A fire rages within my heart | |
| But no one will stop to warm their hands | |
| Just smoke to the passers-by | |
| Smoke to the passers-by | |
| Paid in full to the smiling clowns | |
| Spread their word in the unholy towns | |
| Whispering solus lies | |
| Gonna get you high | |
| All smoke to the passes-by | |
| Take my hand in to nowhere | |
| Walking up and up these Penrose | |
| Round and round the silent streets | |
| It's all I know | |
| Take the library for the lion share | |
| Bathe in Keats and put on all the airs | |
| Burn the books down to till cinders fade | |
| Bury the past and live where roses are made | |
| Roll in desire, roll in desire | |
| It's all I know | |
| Found you, something to believe in | |
| And we, no we won't last forever | |
| But it's alright | |
| It's all I know |