Strike a match into the darkness
Give your soul, away to the fire
The laid1 of life on your shoulders
Turn head, turn sunward
We took a shot at the sun
Didn't know what have we done to ourselves
Our shoes were ripped but
We ran across the acanthophorous2 roads
Ah, where's that good old vivacity of ours now
We dived right into the fire with malice aforethought3
No one took us by the hands
Every sort of pest got into hot water one after the other
Weren't you there for me?
Didn't you caress?
You weren't there for me
You didn't take me by the hand tonight too
1. Scottish slang for "Burden"2. Thorny3. "Purposely" since "With malice aforethought" could also mean, well, "To no good purpose"