On Tooting Broadway Station

On Tooting Broadway station



I knelt down and wept



My hands hit the concrete floor



Until my fingers bled



I 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 heart



Burn, burn his clothes



Burn everything he owned



And the empty chamber left



I'll carry around as this hollowness



That drags in my voice



Burn, burn it all



Burn, burn it all



Benedictory fire



Blessing of these burns



Burn, burn it all



Burn, burn it all



Benedictory fire



Blessing of these burns



On Tooting Broadway station



I lay down and slept



The concrete for a pillow



Fingers in bandages



I cut him out, I lie here dry



I unstitched the bindweed of love



Burn, burn his clothes



Burn everything he owned



And the empty chamber left



I'll carry around as this hollowness



That drags in my voice



Burn, burn it all



Burn, burn it all



Benedictory fire



Blessing of these burns



Burn, burn it all



Burn, burn it all



Benedictory fire



Blessing of these burns



My John of Arc



My John of Arc



My John of Arc



My John of Arc



Burn, burn it all



Burn, burn it all



Benedictory fire



Blessing of these burns



Give me his charred heart



Give me his fillings



And God, give me God to forgive me



Burn, burn it all



Burn, burn it all



Benedictory fire



Blessing of these burns



My John of Arc



My John of Arc



My John of Arc



Fire, fire, fire, fire



My John of Arc



My John of Arc



My John of Arc



Fire, fire, fire, fire



Fire, fire, fire, fire



Fire, fire, fire, fire



Fire, fire, fire, fire



My John of Arc