Vesuvius, I am here
You are all I have
Fire of fire, I'm insecure

For it has all been made to plan

Though I know I will fail

I can now be made to laugh
For in life as in death
I'd rather be burned than be living in debt


Vesuvius, are you ghost?
Or the symbols of light? Or a fantasy host?

In your breast I carry the form
The heart of the earth and the weapons of warmth


Vesuvius, the tragic oath
For you have destroyed it with the elegant smoke
Oracle, I fought 'em at last

For they were the feast of a permanent blast

Vesuvius, oh be kind

It hasn't occurred, no it hasn't been said
Sufjan, follow the path
It leads to an article of eminent death


Sufjan, follow your heart
Follow the flame, or fall on the floor

Sufjan, the panic inside
The murdering ghost that you cannot ignore


Vesuvius, fire of fire
Follow me now, as I favor the ghost


Follow me now, or follow your death
Why does it have to be so hard?