They rode on in the friscalating dusklight

Repeat like the beat of a a dance floor
hold out for the grace of a discord
there's a signal flare flying high in the air
right above where the survivors float

but the rescuers are scoutin' different skies
debris scatters the lingerin' smoke
the expensive secrets, the more casualties
Though currents may cross they have yet to intersect for me

Woa woa woa woa

I'm a fire fueled by paper burning hard and hot
your a canvas scooting backwards covering her eyes
I am ash I am embers in a moments time
You were cold, You move close but i can't

I'm a fire fueled by paper burning hard and hot
your a canvas scooting backwards covering her eyes
I am ash I am embers in a moments time
you were cold, you move close but i can't
be far from that day like a plant i will come from the grave
like the head of a baptist removed and served up on a plate

Oh it's midnight or noon but no other hour of feast or famine I starve and devour
the contrast its seeped in and the moment has passed
the pendulum stops at extremes and just swings through the rest