Far from the electric floor Removed from the red meat market I look for a fire door An escape from the drums and barking Bereft of all social charms Struck dumb by the hand of fear I fall into the corner’s arms The same way that I’ve done for years I’m trapped in a collapsing building Come find me now, where I hide and We’ll speak in our secret tongues So will you come back to my corner? Spent too long alone tonight Would you come brighten my corner? A lit torch to the woodpile, aye Dead wood waits to ignite There’s no spark on a dampened floor A snapped limb in an unlit pyre Won’t you come and break down this door? I’m trapped in an abandoned building Come find me now, where I hide and We’ll speak in our secret tongues So will you come back to my corner? Spent too long alone tonight Would you come brighten my corner? A lit torch to the woodpile, aye Come find me now, where I hide and We’ll speak in our secret tongues