Cinders

Slow falling whispers on pricked up ears Slow burning cinders, three long years between When we lit them in so much haste High hazard seasons, houses laid to waste Did you forget it all? Do you listen...

A stranger to you but I've known you forever you're my flesh and blood You gave me this life and made me hate you for it The distance in years but time is a cloud and a whisper The anger gives way to...

the sparks come down arms flung out and falling embers and other beauties we see afar distances, oh that can’t be touched or known and therefore can’t be at all It started out with wanting and...

Burnt my old place down Sold the cinders to my council town So rag your hair and paint your face The money's all been spent You waited here outside of space And you came and so I went And you said...