Oh, we could blame it on our hands

They lifted the drink to our mouths so we drank it

Or we could blame it on our bodies

They say, "We like the way we feel when we get touched"



You've got your fingers snared in my veins

I think it's time you pulled them out

And I don't care about the flesh it'll tear

It isn't flesh that I'm worried about



We held a match to keep our sight on the path

But the flame gave up and we lost it

And I've knelt for the last three years

Trying to find it back with the blackened matchstick



Today I'm not afraid of failure

"The past is a flower; the future, the snow"

I wasn't ever close to perfect

But I never let you go



You let your doubt like a river

Lead you on and on and on and

You will never get back

To save what you had, hear me promise, "I will

Bury your problems in me so sleep soundly"

I held your heart in my fingers

Now it's gone, it's gone, it's gone and

You will never admit

That you bid the wind blow the flames out

And buried the coals in the sea, you tricked me



You came back and you brought floods

Wearing a necklace made of hearts

That you'd dragged through the mud

And I guess I wasn't quite sure what to say to you



But then I saw mine, almost reached out to grab it. Said,

"Darling, you're the only one on Earth I want to have it"

But now I'm not so sure that that was true

After the hell you put it through



But there was no sharp pain this time

Just the ghost of your presence compressing my chest like a vine

An unshakeable absence, like most of my insides

Crawled out through my mouth and went west. But that's fine



We cast our hearts in plaster

We imagined our bodies were fashioned from stone but

They chipped at the brick and the mortar

We found out that we're only layers of skin hiding bone



And our bones are like chains

Old and rusted in the rain

They're going to snap when the weight shifts



You moved like a fire through the forest

Your hands were as red as the skin on your lips

You'd been flirting with distance, princess

I tasted its spit in your kiss



Oh, mistress, know

Today I will bury the flames of your failure

The past is a liar; the future, a whore

I'll lay your bones into the earth and you

Will haunt my head no more



Oh, we could blame it on our hands

Oh, we could blame it on our hands, but

It was our mouths that opened up to swallow

And our heads that commanded us drink



But as I buried your flames in the dirt

I watched the smoke pull your ghost from the grave. And

I fear they'll only lay in wait

Till we are face to face again



Just when I said, "I'm moving, I'm moving on"

I felt them come to life again

And again, and again, and again



There are fires

That tear through valleys and make dust from grass

There are fires



There are wires

Bound to blue light they pull us to the past

There are wires



We are tired

We should've known from the start that this thing wouldn't last

We are tired