So, we were living out our days
In an old abandoned palisade
Sweeping chimneys until our backs hurt
And singing 'til our throats were dry
Scraping the red from every rusty nail
Stitching the carpet sails
We kept our salty voices hushed
You looked lovely all dressed in dust
I cleared the cobwebs while you slept
Set a fire that we both regret
You woke up coughing out a storm
And we never made it out the door
'Cause I, for one, was taking my time
I think it's time you and I should go home
It's been three years and I can feel it in my bones
If turning back means I am turning back alone
Then I guess I'm on my own, I'm on my own
It was six-hundred degrees
We had nothing to protect our feet
From the glowing members hardening our souls
Our burden bed of coal
Yeah we just wrapped around each other
And we sweat it out, our worst nightmare
And I think that's when I was born
In your arms during a fire storm
We were perfectly in place
We were filling up the empty space
But you were tired of wasting your time
Your spirit fled from
All those bad ideas we bled
I twisted up all of your words
And I turned to brass
While you were tearing down the past
Now I'm trailing, I'm traveling light
And losing my memories
I think it's time you and I should come home
It's been three years and I can feel it in my bones
If turning back means I am turning back alone
Then I guess I'm on my own, I'm on my own