BORN ON THE RUN IN THE RUSH OF THE WIND
SHE PASSES THROUGH WITH HER EYES OUT TO WIN
SCARED OF NO OTHER BUT A PERMANENT BED
WHEN THE SMOKE SEEMS TO SETTLE
BURNING THROUGH YOUR MEMORIES
SHE COMES IN HOT, HOT LIKE THE SUN
WITH SONGS FOR THE LONELY AND TRUST FOR NO ONE
HE TRIES TO KEEP HER BUT SHE SLIPS AWAY
LEFT WITH THE ASHES AND A BRAND OF HER NAME
BURNING THROUGH YOUR MEMORIES