On Tooting Broadway Station Lyrics

On Tooting Broadway station
I knelt down and wept
My hands hit the concrete floor
Until my fingers bledI will cut him out of my heart
I will leave these tears in pools
Tripped over these pourings
Tripped over his feelings
I've cut him out of my heartBurn, burn his clothes
Burn everything he owned
And the empty chamber left
I'll carry around as this hollowness
That drags in my voiceBurn, burn it all
Burn, burn it all
Benedictory fire
Blessing of these burnsBurn, burn it all
Burn, burn it all
Benedictory fire
Blessing of these burnsOn Tooting Broadway station

I lay down and slept
The concrete for a pillow
Fingers in bandagesI cut him out, I lie here dry
I unstitched the bindweed of loveBurn, burn his clothes
Burn everything he owned
And the empty chamber left
I'll carry around as this hollowness
That drags in my voiceBurn, burn it all
Burn, burn it all
Benedictory fire
Blessing of these burnsBurn, burn it all
Burn, burn it all
Benedictory fire
Blessing of these burnsMy John of Arc
My John of Arc
My John of Arc
My John of ArcBurn, burn it all
Burn, burn it all
Benedictory fire
Blessing of these burnsGive me his charred heart
Give me his fillings
And God, give me God to forgive meBurn, burn it all
Burn, burn it all
Benedictory fire
Blessing of these burnsMy John of Arc
My John of Arc
My John of Arc
Fire, fire, fire, fireMy John of Arc
My John of Arc
My John of Arc
Fire, fire, fire, fireFire, fire, fire, fire
Fire, fire, fire, fire
Fire, fire, fire, fireMy John of Arc