Burning Photographs

I spend time of mine burning photographs
And now I'm all stuck somewhere in the middle
At least we've got a little piece of it
[That is another song] that everyone is singing

I spend time trying to [buy candles]
Kicking all the dirt and running in a circle
And we lived our lives in the shine of the sun
And we ate ice cream that we shared in the temple

And no more words can come from this
A shapeless form [...] in a fist fight
And it never really [felt for meeting there]
[That isn't another song] that everyone is singing