i don't know how far, these long white lines will go
it's time for them to end, there's still another show
i might say i miss you honey, i won't say a thing
we'll all get swallowed up, by that goddamned fiery ring
and i might say i miss you honey i won't hold the flame
june wrote a song for johnny and that goddamn fiery ring

remember love that burns, and the flames grow higher
i'll never understand, you oldest wild desire
and the burden i'm shouldered might get a little lighter

and we'll go down down down down down