On Tooting Broadway Station

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