Those stepping stones you relied on
The flower you watered but now it\'s wilting
The ceiling you touched when you were high, just another flame
Lambent in the decay of your last smile
And everything was good for a while, but you had to fuck it up
And succumb to the thirst, the wanderlust mushrooming
Cigarette smoke lingering like a final dance
On the edge of something new, flickering in the light of regret
On the edge of something new, flickering
Coffee simmering at a café
Waiting for the cool down, but you\'re burning up
A late night taxi home, but you ain\'t no phoenix rising
No wallflower, no candle in the wind
Just a long pause, cleaning up the mess you\'ve made
The end of the world\'s deafening silence, never remunerated
You owe me blood and tears and sweat
Spit sticking to, to the flame in my eye
You come back home at 1 a.m. and I can tell
You\'ve been drinking again
A thousand words you have to say but never shut up
No hesitation when you chip away at life and look for a cure
But you can\'t say I dulled your flame when you filled my doubts
With hours of pity and my advice has no light
Forever dust and spells of magic, you push me into stains
When I was steering this wreckage into a moon cycle
Parallel but no steeple, my hands were making praying shapes
Demolished education and a mockery out of wisdom
One hundred foot tall and falling
But not from grace, every stitch in your face ruined
A black heart burning like a sun four years ago
Trying to open a door that\'s been locked for an eternity
Trying to get through to you but it\'s like milking blood from a stone
A misguided rebellion, that age old song
The lake never stops, never stops flowing
A thousand seas crossed and still left untouched
Like an old jacket on a coat hanger collecting dust
The newspaper you never touched
The Sunday spell of rain, mud into a gold rush
A forgotten pin, you can never get your point across
And I know your mind\'s drowning in the frustration
The poisoned arrow missed, the red vein, pulsating
Fractions torn, head in hands, almost at tears
But you exclaim, say you don\'t care
Burrow into the cold of the growing dark, flashbacks
Making a home out of the night, I hear your echo
But now it\'s too late.