Stoked

Oh memory is a useless thing
You'll wipe it clean and begin again
I held the Earth clenched in my fists

Haven't been to heaven since I last snuck in
And I sometimes wish I never did

The wind carries my sins away
I shrug it off
I'll surely pay
I've worshipped gods in every state
And still I hope the light awaits me

The fire greets me at the gate
I pet them gently
Stoke their flames
Oh they remember everything
Haptic membranes hold the key
The warmth will flow through bountifully

Can you blame a girl for trying
This body keeps on dying
And I swear I want to make the most of my time
My eyes reopen
I keep on hoping
That maybe I'll get this one right



Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Langley
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