Sit by the molten candles That burn with a dying flame Bet in the dark On everything that matters Flip your heart to make a decision And search within soul to reach The realization. Imagine the crash of a shooting star And mourn the demise Of a dream that never came true Scoop the wax and burn some skin Find the flesh Like the pure residue.
//Scoop out the moon from beneath the clouds and hold the purity that remains in ashes like unmined treasure under the gravel.
Wherever you go To hide away From the slithering wreck That chokes you in its grip Turn to breathe And let me in. I might not be The love in a ballad Or the air in your lungs But I could be the sliver of light That enters through a tunnel To tell you that there is one At the end.