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