I let my hands get caught In all the flame Well i cannot play again When do you ask me if I am okay? I see it when we dance And make a pouters potrait On the steps, oh my It is divine But there is just one more question I will ask, is all this really mine? Inside my heart i scream, It must be time this weather cant be right We rode our horses to the outer edge The crusty, dry divide. And we became the people We have never meant to be Those dying flames The pieces we did not want to receive And when you come home from your dinners Darling, do you want to fight? And when i cut the lines within my hands Will you still want to cry? And when your gal decides she's on her own You'll rethink your romance You never want to care for Anyway you're taking down that fence But when you come home to the kitchen I am waiting at the sink My salty fingers ride across the cupboard Drenching it with skin We are in love And rare descendants Of the faithless brats Who bit their tongues Who screamed instead To scare their onward sons And in the trees they built their Truths and meaningless machines We grew from beans That froze beneath the snow In late '16