The Fire - Television

Storms all that summer

We lived in the wind

Out in some room in the wind

Your hands, they were folded

You knew no demands

My tongue, it clattered like tin

My eyes repeat

They take my seat

Your eyes, they say you resigned from the heat

We leaned in the cold

Holding our breath

Watching the corners turn corners

Coins on the table

The cards in the air

The face at the window kept smiling

Storms all that winter

We stayed locked away

Waiting, watching, falling

End of the street

Horizons retreat

You, you ran with it

I wish I could

Sleep is not sleep

My eyes repeat

You take the voltage

That watches you weep

You caught the voice

I listen close

All that I heard was the echoes

Praise emptiness

Her rose-colored dress

Her circling motions

Praise emptiness

Everything scattered

Nothing was missed

We took our house in the fire