So give me love like fire
to quench these thirsty bones.
Darling, these clouds conspire,
that gather 'round our pallid souls.
So give me love that burns in hues of red and golds.
Is this just time grown tired?
Or is there something I should know?
But I've seen these stones sewn in my lungs
that sink my heart and block my throat.
You know this is time grown tired,
I've cursed a thousands times to no avail;
You promised me you'd let this go.
So burn in me like love, like fire
and drown out these wretched tomes.
If I die in this living pyre
to be buried beneath hulled out stones-
Just as your hope grows dire
is when you'll know.
But you know I'll find my way
and that tonight I'll find you
no matter where you go.
