That, I'm afraid -
  and I'm not afraid -
 is that:
 Why cut it fine
in a ludicrous hat?
My prick,
my very spirit?

My prick,
my very spirit?
My very stupid blood.
Once lit the slow dynamite of habit,
for the genius of love.

Burn your bridges,
burn your boats!
Smell the life you never had.
Why cut it fine
in a ludicrous hat?

Burn your bridges,
burn your boats!
Smell the life you never had.
That, I'm afraid -
and I'm not afraid -
is that.