in girum imus nocte
et consumimur igni
A fire of unknown origin took my baby away.
Fire of unknown origin took my baby away.
Swept her up and off my wavelength.
Swallowed her up like the ocean in a fire thick and gray.
Death comes sweeping thru the hallway like a ladies’ dress.
Death comes riding down the hallway in it’s sunday best.
Death comes driving; death comes creeping;
Death comes I can’t do nothing.
Death goes, there must be something that remains.
Death, it made me sick and crazy
‘Cause that fire took my baby away.
–Patti Smith – Fire Of Unknown Origin
we turn in the night
and are consumed by fire