Zephyr

You're a pile of broken hands, heavy heads, and fierce regret,
You're always walking out the door
How many times we run away, a thousand matches in your hand?
How many bridges we've burned?
Under another cover, behind another door,
Between your fingers and your feet
All the dirt from all your ways
Wash it off, dust it away
Lift it off, throw it to the zephyr
throw it to the zephyr
throw it to the wind
throw it to the zephyr
throw it to the wind
All your talk of love and gratitude,
Your common cool, it graddged me in
and I saw fire when you cut me loose
I wanted you to feel that burn
Under another cover, behind another door
Between your fingers and your feet
All the dirt from all your ways
Wash it off, dust it away
Lift it off, throw it to the zephyr
throw it to the zephyr
throw it to the wind
throw it to the zephyr
throw it to the wind
throw it to the zephyr
throw it to the wind
But through the hallways of your mind
I saw a face I recognized
I thought I saw you as myself