Outside the domain of your effective powers I have a little plastic life,
It was a souvenir from a place I’d never been on a trip I’d never taken,
I kept it to remind me that I detected fire in myself before the flame that burned it all to the ground.
Burned it all to the ground,
Burned it all.
We met and reproduced fire, then the sex electric,
I lost my power of explanation,
Perfect was a nice disguise – it never fit,
But I still have my little plastic life to remind me,
I detected fire in myself before the flame that burned it all to the ground.
Burned it all to the ground,
Burned it all to the ground.
Burned it all to the ground,
Burned it all to the ground,
Burned it all to the ground.
