The Frail Grip of Frozen Fingers

We'll look back and remember the dreams we built
The thin air at the heights of the mountaintops we felt
The best made plans that we held with broken hands
I am the fire that burns everything I touch
We'll light this city with the flames from all the bridges we've burned

This is so monumental. We'll build and make and plan to break
A red crescendo for denials sake
This violence, you are my color palette

Never forget the clouds, the falling of the sky, the current, the undertow
And I can't shake this. I'll never shake this; the all I know, the who I am
We are the walking broken; we are the beaten down
We are the walking broken, who they said we were

This is so monumental. We'll build and make and plan to break
A red crescendo for denials sake
This violence, you are my color palette

Are my veins as cold as autumn?
A pulse that drops like orange leaves
Cold air, pale skin
What will collapse first these old brick monuments or me?