The Fire
Storms all that summer we lived in the wind
Out in some room in the wind
Your hands they were folded, you knew no demands
My tongue, it clattered like tin
My eyes repeat, they take my seat
Your eyes they say you resigned from the heat
We leaned in the cold, holding our breath
Watching the corners turn corners
Solo
Coins on the table, the cards in the air
The face at the window kept smiling
Storms all that winter we stayed locked away
Waiting, watching, falling
End of the street, horizon retreats
You, you ran with it, I wish I could sleep
Is not sleep, my eyes repeat
You take the voltage that watches you weep
You caught the voice, I listen close
All that I heard was the echoes
Solo
Praise emptiness, her rose-colored dress
Her circling motions, praise emptiness
Everything scattered, nothing was missed
We took our house in the fire
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