Backburn

Sweet scent of lavenders and The sky was lilac too Passed out in the bus Travelling to you Lying on that grass turf Forgetting all my patterns, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Forgetting where I was Forgetting who I was Walking in a daze All around was haze Escaping all I prayed for In past forgotten days You were my backburn But I wasn't on fire I switched off the lantern You said you were tired