I used the dead woods to make the fire rise.
A flood of innocence in burning the skies.
I filled my cup with the rising in the sea
and pour it out into an ocean of debris.
Oh
.
I’m swimming in the smoke
of bridges I have burned.
So don’t apologize,
I’m losing what I don’t deserve.
.
We held our breath when the clouds began to fall
but you were lost in the beating of the storm.
And in the end we were made to be apart,
in separate chambers of the human heart.
Oh
.
I’m swimming in the smoke
of bridges I have burned.
So don’t apologize,
I’m losing what I don’t deserve.
It’s in the black and bolds
of bridges I have burned.
So don’t apologize,
I’m losing what I don’t deserve.
What I don’t deserve.
Oh
.
I’m swimming in the smoke
of bridges I have burned.
So don’t apologize,
I’m losing what I don’t deserve.
.
The blame is mine alone
of bridges I have burnt.
So don’t apologize,
I’m losing what I don’t deserve
What I don’t deserve, ohh
What I don’t deserve
.
I used the dead words to make the fire rise.
A flood of innocence in burning the skies |
