Your Head Is On Fire

Look behind, your head's on fire Whirling masses, rolling ashes Keep on yawning, career dawning Life is tasteless, folding paces [Chorus] Run and hide, your head's on fire Whirling masses, rolling ashes Keep on yawning, career dawning Life is tasteless, folding paces To turn away from the night Allowing the light a low You're surely fooling yourself Leaving life on the shelf You'll never know How low an angry heart can go How long a sitting hand's return meant [Chorus] Does anybody else here feel that fear? That none of all these good things had to be? Or is it just me?