Currents
The air is visible around you
Rising up and off your lips
In slow currents
And I watch
As your face is framed in it's
Slow currents
Drifting curls, a trailing path
A long draft becomes
A tress of blue ash
If it is born in flames
Then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
If it's got to end
Then let it end in flames
Let it burn all the way down
The air is visceral around us
Turning in its simple steps
On slow currents
And I watch
As it pirouettes and spins
In slow motion
A long drag comes
A slow dance
In a halo of ember
If it is born in flames
Then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
If it's got to end
Then let it end in flames
Let it burn all the way down
All the way down
And if this is ever meant to end
Then I hope it ends where it began
So hot with love we burned our hands
If this is ever meant to end
Then I hope it ends where it began
So hot with love it burns our hands
If it is born in flames
Then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
If it's got to end
Then let it end in flames
Let it burn (Let it burn)
If it's got to end (Let it burn)
If it's got to end (Let it burn)
It ends where it began
So hot with love
It burns our hands