i run a trail of fire through the meadow paths guided by the river banks trees from which to hide behind keep running away from the fire keep running away from the light ‘til it’s gone
our hourless summers at one with the ground and everything i loved you for a trail of fire from the door it leads me to a hiding place and i can hear your signs
and i’ll hold this blade of grass and i’ll hold ‘til eventide the dark that shroud your loving neighbor he's the one who lit the paper while the reason's unexpressed and senses are determined the innocent are voiceless the voiceless are innocent she becomes a little itch dig a hole out from the end say a prayer to my loving savior he's the one who lit the paper
from them i strip the title extinguished and misused and all our engraved memories are unsuccessful remedies i’m sick of papering the cracks extinguishing the fire tracks
though flawed by design i’m torn from the strife that did pile at the door but is feared no more though i once wedded her and her want was to play as another's arms held took her wanting away
questions on top of questions don’t think that answers are even here