You're the white candle burning the darkness you're the wind finding the cracks a drunken crowd is making noise and having fun and you are roaring over it
When the breast flame touches you won't burn you'll wake up open your eyes and see the real light covered with sand hands eyes
Chills dark night daughter lay down and does not breathe golden scales ringing writhing hissing she is a snake
Why do you need them banal goodbyes wilted flowers forgotten desires
You made the first move now it's yours like poison on a knife's edge like scales of fire.