Bury Your Flame

We could blame it on our hands
They lifted the drink to our mouths so we drank it
Or we could blame it on our bodies
They say, we like the way we feel when we get touched
You've got your fingers snared in my veins
I think it's time you pulled them out
And I don't care about the flesh, it'll tear
It isn't flesh that I'm worried about

We held a match to keep our sight on the path
But the flame gave up and we lost it
And I've knelt for the last three years
Trying to find it back with the blackened matchstick
Today I'm not afraid of failure
The past is a flower
The future, the snow
I wasn't ever close to perfect
But I never let you go

You let your doubt, like a river, lead you on and on and on
And you will never get back to save what you had
Hear me promise, I will bury your problems in me
So sleep soundly
I held your heart in my fingers
Now it's gone, it's gone, it's gone
And you will never admit
That you bid the wind blow the flames out
And buried the coals in the sea
You tricked me

You came back and you brought floods
Wearing a necklace made of hearts that you'd dragged through the mud
And I guess I wasn't quite sure what to say to you
But then I saw mine, almost reached out to grab it, said
"Darling, you're the only one on Earth I want to have it," but
Now I'm not so sure that that was true
After the hell you put it through, but
There was no sharp pain this time
Just the ghost of your presence compressing my chest like a vine
An unshakeable absence, like most of my insides
Crawled out through my mouth and went west, but that's fine
We cast our hearts in plaster
We imagined our bodies were fashioned from stone but
They chipped at the brick and the mortar
We found out that we're only layers of skin hiding bone
And our bones are like chains, old and rusted in the rain
They're going to snap when the weight shifts

You moved like a fire through the forest
Your hands were as red as the skin on your lips
You'd been flirting with distance, princess
I tasted its spit in your kiss
Oh, mistress, know
Today I will bury the flames of your failure
The past is a liar
The future, a whore
I'll lay your bones into the earth
And you will haunt my head no more

Oh, we could blame it on our hands
Oh, we could blame it on our hands
But it was our mouths that opened up to swallow (oh, we could blame it on our hands)
And our heads that commanded us drink
But as I buried your flames in the dirt
I watched the smoke pull your ghost from the grave, and
I fear they'll only lie in wait 'til we are face-to-face again
Just when I said
"I'm moving"
"I'm moving on"
I felt them come to life again
And again
And again
And again

There are fires
That tear through valleys and make dust from grass
There are fires
There are wires
Bound to blue light, they pull us to the past
There are wires
We are tired
We should've known from the start that this thing wouldn't last
We are tired