Out past the field, the sky's on fire
Or maybe that's just the sun goin' down
I called your name into the dark
But the dark don't make a sound
Is it real, is it real
Or just a feelin' I can't shake
Is it real, is it real
Or just a fire that I made
Burnin', burnin', burnin' slow
Don't know which way the smoke will go
Burnin', can't tell anymore
What's the fire and what's just floor
Everything's spinnin' real slow
Like the world forgot which way to go
Runnin' through the smoke in my mind
Lookin' for somethin' I'll never find
Her cat, her room, her name on a form
Everything she was is a shape in the smoke
I keep askin' people if they saw her
They look at me like I'm the joke
Burnin', burnin', burnin' slow
Don't know which way the smoke will go
Burnin', can't tell anymore
What's the fire and what's just floor
Maybe nothin' burned. Maybe nothin' was taken.
Maybe I lit this whole thing myself,
to have somethin' to chase
But the field's still warm when I put my hand down
And the sky's still the wrong shade
Burnin', burnin', you're a ghost
The thing I'm chasin', the thing I lost
Burnin', burnin', here we go
Into the smoke, into the unknown
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Source: genie
Romanised by JHnimm
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