Lions Things Lost In The Fire lyrics

I am the unfortunate son.

Dance with the embers and ashes in our guest room, my old bedroom. Watch as the light glows and grows under the door frame, beware the bright flames.

Favored, young dialogue is lasting too long. Random birth order is smoldering under our house. The structure and the walls have buried all our belongings and I can see the start from when we fell apart.

The signals went up through the chimney, don't worry about all the memories. The matches were struck for a reason to burn down the foundation.


Now, we just share a last name and salvaged, old picture frames just like you wanted. Our furniture was useless and worthless just like your eldest, at least, that's what I believe and nothing else matters.

Slash and burn, and don't stop till the smoke clears.