So we were living out our days
In an old abandoned palisade
Sweeping chimneys 'til our backs hurt
And singing 'til our throats were dry

Scraping the red from every rusty nail
Stitching the carpet tears
We kept our salty voices hushed
You looked loveliest all dressed in dust

And I cleared the cobwebs while you slept
Set a fire that we'd both regret
You woke up coughing out a storm
And we never made it out the door

'Cause I for one was taking my time

I think it's time you and I should come home
It's been three years and I can feel it in my bones
If turning back means I'm turning back alone
Then I guess I'm on my own

It was six hundred degrees
We had nothing to protect our feet
From the glowing embers hardening our soles
Our burning bed of coal
But that fever that we shared
Wasn't nothing that we couldn't bear
We just wrapped around each other
And we sweated out our worst nightmares

And I think that's when I was born
In your arms during a firestorm
We were perfectly in place
We were filling up the empty space

But you were tired of wasting your time

Your spirits fled from all those bad ideas we bled
I twisted up all of your words
And I turned to brass while you were tearing down the past
Now I'm trailing
I'm traveling light
And losing my memory