Always will do what I must. Speak in a language so foreign to such.
Just out of reach and still out of touch.
neither in truth, nor in faith, nor in trust.
Our hearts on the inside still beat. Our tongues in our mouths reluctant to speak.
So fill in the blanks, and walk with your feet.
Look down, look up, skip shuffle repeat.
Darling please turn out the light. You leave on the lantern to ward off the night,
but before too long the sun drops out of sight,
and it can't be stopped try as hard as you might.
The fire burned bright but couldn't be handled.
At least we were warm 'til I snuffed out the candle,
and within the darkness, doubt spawned like a cancer.
You asked me why, I still don't have an answer.
Extinguished and alone, traded you for my dreams,
put my hand inside the furnace and caught fire to my sleeves,
and I watched the pieces shrivel and crackle in the blaze,
let it swallow every fiber, let the flames lick my face,
let it sear off all the skin that I failed to remove,
let it realize the nightmares my actions induced.
A memory of burns that still blackens the flesh,
still darkens the shell, and still beckons my trust.
The light beneath the doorway still shines.
Shadows of footsteps behind.
The light beneath the doorway still shines,
and I see your shadow, please turn out the light.