The Afterburn

Take what you gave
I can't keep you near another day
Think of my name
When you see any other treated cruelly
And running for a private place
Who so remote is as moored to the people out to find me
Oh they'll hate that they must visit not one
But two locales to spite me

That is my house above, house apart, out of all

It's better I leave than to know your domain is out of reach
Half through the day I will nap
But I'll rarely ever sleep
To mock at my boundaries
(How I'll need you to tomorrow)