I told my mommy that I went to store

But instead I took the path to the minefield by our rented summerhome 

I looked at the sign that warned me away

And I thought to myself 

“If I explode maybe someone will mistake it for fireworks”

I walked the gravel path over the moorland minefield

And when the red wine kicked in I dove from the trail

I closed my eyes, prepared to pass through the gates

And I thought to myself

“If I explode maybe someone will mistake it for stardust” 

Sitting on the moor, pants covered in dust

A cloud of red in the water, circled by blood-sniffing sharks

I looked to the safety beyond the field

And I thought to myself

“If I live through this, I’ll make sure to make fireworks”

“If I live through this, I’ll make sure to shine like stardust”