Slowburner
Wake up, Everything is... find out.
Evening breezes breathe in fine now.
Flashlight fleeting forest of shadows
Holding my hand.
Backwards glancing at the ghost bodies,
figure less and...
a great warmth blankets me, icy.
Maybe out of tree, I'll go lightly between blue and green
in the darkness.
Light black, I am lightly.
Light black, I am lightly.
Grey hands guide me from home
you burn up (burn up, burn up, burn up)
as you touch the sun
days pass your past life
you'll never find it.
Grey hands guide me from home
you burn up (burn up, burn up, burn up)
as you touch the sun
days pass your past life
you'll never find it.