Fire and Poison
Fire, fire, fire
On the stairwell steps
Poison, poison, poison
In your tea it drips
A thousand tiny spiders crawling up your spine
Into your ears
Out of your eyes
It's that special kind of fight
Creaky doors and tilted floors
Are those footsteps or squeaky boards
The ceiling fan flies off the hinge
And falls upon on your sleeping head
What is this curse that you acquired
Your thoughts they curl into a choir
Courage is for those who dance on top of roofs
Black cats are for sailors to journey without doom
Bury me in gold dust under October's moon
Always leave the right side coming out of your cocoon
3,7,9
Fire, fire, fire
On the stairwell steps
Poison, poison, poison
In your tea it drips
A thousand giant crows falling from the sky
Into your heart
Out of your smile
It's that special kind of fight
Winking stars and boulevards
A foreign shadow or is it yours
The street light fades into the black
And now you can't find your way back
How long's this torture to remain
You have stopped counting all the days
Courage is for those who dance on top of roofs
Black cats are for sailors to journey without doom
Bury me in gold dust under October's moon
Trying not to step on the cracks in front of you
3,7,9
Fire, fire, fire
On the stairwell steps
Poison, poison, poison
In your tea it drips
You are going to be fine
It is just your aching mind
You are going to be fine
Count the flowers on the vine
You are going to be fine
It is just your aching mind
You are going to be fine
For I am always by your side
On the stairwell steps
Poison, poison, poison
In your tea it drips
A thousand tiny spiders crawling up your spine
Into your ears
Out of your eyes
It's that special kind of fight
Creaky doors and tilted floors
Are those footsteps or squeaky boards
The ceiling fan flies off the hinge
And falls upon on your sleeping head
What is this curse that you acquired
Your thoughts they curl into a choir
Courage is for those who dance on top of roofs
Black cats are for sailors to journey without doom
Bury me in gold dust under October's moon
Always leave the right side coming out of your cocoon
3,7,9
Fire, fire, fire
On the stairwell steps
Poison, poison, poison
In your tea it drips
A thousand giant crows falling from the sky
Into your heart
Out of your smile
It's that special kind of fight
Winking stars and boulevards
A foreign shadow or is it yours
The street light fades into the black
And now you can't find your way back
How long's this torture to remain
You have stopped counting all the days
Courage is for those who dance on top of roofs
Black cats are for sailors to journey without doom
Bury me in gold dust under October's moon
Trying not to step on the cracks in front of you
3,7,9
Fire, fire, fire
On the stairwell steps
Poison, poison, poison
In your tea it drips
You are going to be fine
It is just your aching mind
You are going to be fine
Count the flowers on the vine
You are going to be fine
It is just your aching mind
You are going to be fine
For I am always by your side
Credits
Writer(s): Alec Woodruff, Mackenzie Walters, Ryan Murphy
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