The air is visible around you Rising up and off your lips In slow currents And I watch As your face is framed in it’s Slow currents Drifting curls, a trailing path A long draft becomes A tress of blue ash
If it is born in flames Then we should let it burn Burn as brightly as we can
If it’s got to end Then let it end in flames Let it burn all the way down
The air is visceral around us Turning in its simple steps On slow currents And I watch
As it pirouettes and spins In slow motion A long drag comes A slow dance
In a halo of ember
If it is born in flames Then we should let it burn Burn as brightly as we can
If it’s got to end Then let it end in flames Let it burn all the way down
All the way down
And if this is ever meant to end Then I hope it ends where it began
So hot with love we burned our hands If this is ever meant to end
Then I hope it ends where it began So hot with love it burns our hands
If it is born in flames Then we should let it burn Burn as brightly as we can
If it's got to end Then let it end in flames Let it burn (Let it burn)
If it’s got to end (Let it burn) If it’s got to end (Let it burn) It ends where it began So hot with love I burns our hands
Compositor: Christopher Andrew Carrabba (Christopher Carrabba) ECAD: Obra #32831590 Fonograma #13549245