Let me see it while I still can before the bonfire at the end, when it burns straight through us like the fire of truth.
Who says we have it when the constant pulling won't let us go?
I'll watch your back if you show me the track burns on your struggling skin.
You told me that it rained in the night, the same night we lost him to the owl's lonely eye.
In the last dim light I try to call for help, but the night will end no matter how in need we are.
Can you see the burning of the bridge ? It's the last way out.
Black engine sky guides us from this place, the near city's edge, where the blade swings like a sign.
Your light shines on the roof of the west as the old skin burns away.
Who says we have it when the constant pulling won't let us go?
I'll watch your back if you show me the track burns on your struggling skin.
You told me that it rained in the night, the same night we lost him to the owl's lonely eye.
In the last dim light I try to call for help, but the night will end no matter how in need we are.
Can you see the burning of the bridge ? It's the last way out.
Black engine sky guides us from this place, the near city's edge, where the blade swings like a sign.
Your light shines on the roof of the west as the old skin burns away.