Thursday - Steps Ascending
Steps ascend to a loaded gun
The scent of matches hangs in the air
Room flickers out in a heartbeat
You don't want to see this
A flash of light that's letting go
Empty bullet case by the time it hits the ground it's out of
reach
The walls are closing in
There's no room left to make amends
But do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high?
All the time it's wasted
Spent faded, it burned
Fire of all regret
All the time that's wasted
Spent faded, it's blood
And it's running down the stairs
Freeze the frame
Between the gunshot and the hole it makes
Speeding bullet hangs in the middle
There's no way to stop it
It will surely hit the mark
If you try to understand what I'm giving up
Giving up
Giving up
The synapse fires this right in time
I'm giving up
Giving up
Giving up
This should always stay out of reach
The walls are closing in
There's no room left to make amends
But do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high?
All the time it's wasted
Spent faded, it burned
Firel of all regret
All the time that's wasted
Spent faded, it's blood
And it's running down the stairs
I ran down the stairs and into the gardens
Thrust my hands into the salt
In the spring you will bloom
Like a heart through the blast in the back of an ambulance
I said turn and you turned down the street
One more turn won't you come back to me?
I said turn but it's red lights
You were turning into red roses
I'm not giving up
Steps ascend to a loaded gun
The scent of matches hangs in the air
Room flickers out in a heartbeat
You don't want to see this
A flash of light that's letting go
Empty bullet case by the time it hits the ground it's out of
reach
The walls are closing in
There's no room left to make amends
But do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high?
All the time it's wasted
Spent faded, it burned
Fire of all regret
All the time that's wasted
Spent faded, it's blood
And it's running down the stairs
Freeze the frame
Between the gunshot and the hole it makes
Speeding bullet hangs in the middle
There's no way to stop it
It will surely hit the mark
If you try to understand what I'm giving up
Giving up
Giving up
The synapse fires this right in time
I'm giving up
Giving up
Giving up
This should always stay out of reach
The walls are closing in
There's no room left to make amends
But do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high?
All the time it's wasted
Spent faded, it burned
Firel of all regret
All the time that's wasted
Spent faded, it's blood
And it's running down the stairs
I ran down the stairs and into the gardens
Thrust my hands into the salt
In the spring you will bloom
Like a heart through the blast in the back of an ambulance
I said turn and you turned down the street
One more turn won't you come back to me?
I said turn but it's red lights
You were turning into red roses
I'm not giving up