we used to act like we were ten years old
sittin' on rooftops in the morning cold
and we pointed at the city,
though we'd never be so bold
and all i needed was a hand to hold.
it's a somewhat addictive state of mind
to always be hoping for another glimpse inside
and even though i know you're telling everybody else
i can still think that i heard it first.
because i need a friend and i can pretend
that you might need one too.
because i've done too much traveling alone
and i'm too goddamn far from home.
I think I'm mostly flesh. i think you're mostly bone.
i am made of fire; you're made of stone.
i thought you might be my someone in the sand.
i thought i might be something you needed
like a good friend.
but you can keep your distance,
i guess i'll understand.
o one really wants a fire on their hands.
so let's climb the flagpole!
see how high we get before we fall.
let's meet in the bell tower.
if we can ever get up there at all.
and we can watch the gears turn.
because a stone will crack before it burns.
still a fire never learns.