Thursday

Lyrics

On and off, the cinders burn,
With the fading heat of youth
And the sun slips below the treeline
Just out of view
Back and forth across the sky
The stars are hanging from a wire
(Machine guns still firing in the corners of our eyes)

But in the light of day we'll disappear
Just like little sparks against the sun.
No one remembers where they begin
Or where we end.

In and out, the days escape the damages of dawn
Still our dreams lie in broken pieces, rusting on the lawn.

But in the light of day we'll disappear
Just like little sparks against the sun.
No one remembers where they begin
Or where we end.

The first step's got me lying on the floor.
By the second step, I hear a knocking at the door.
Three: I put my life in your hands.
By the fourth step how much light is left?
Five, Six, Seven- I can see my dark and the harm I've done. I've left
my mark.
Eight, nine, ten- I'll take it back again.
Eleven, twelve: I'm putting fires out in hell.