Let the Past Die

I draw stars with gasoline
An outline of my dreams around me
An analogy of my life
Everything I ever got wrong and right
But the fumes have me dizzy
Will it all come with me

I stare into a bucket
A mosaic which has all of my sins
Oh I strike a match and light it up
Like a fire in the night
I let the past die
Let it die

Pick a time or pick a place
It doesn't really matter the day
Because we are a work of art
Like Miro abstract from the start
So when we go up in smoke
Will we see all that is in the unknown

I stare into a bucket
A mosaic which has all of my sins
Oh I strike a match and light it up
Like a fire in the night
I let the past die
Let it die

I stare into a bucket
A mosaic which has all of my sins
Oh I strike a match and light it up
Like a fire in the night
I let the past die
Let it die



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel James Donelon
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