A lyrical monologue about desire and the fear of being forgotten, built on vivid metaphors like figure-eights and fire. The speaker oscillates between longing and anxiety, declaring a willingness to abandon everything for connection, and ends with a repeated refrain about setting fire to everything.
Where is that taking me? Just a great figure-eight or tiny infinity. Love is really nothing but a dream that keeps waking me. For all the much trying, we're still left dying. How can this be? Don't say a word and come over and lie here with me, 'cause I'm just about to set fire on everything I see. I want you so bad I'll go back —on the things I believe. There, I just said it. I'm scared you'll forget about me. So young and full of running, all the way to the edge of desire. Screaming my breathing, silently screaming, I have to have you now. Tired and unwinding, think I'll sleep with my clothes on the floor. Maybe this mattress will spin on its axis, find me on yours. Don't say the word, ain't gonna move. I like you with me. 'Cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see. Want you so bad, I'll go back on the things I believe. Dara just said it, I'm scared you'll forget about me.
