There's no sermon
No note of my disaster
You're the treasure, I'm the burden
Can this thing go any faster
Cleansing fire
Ashes that she left
You're burning up the pyre
Putting me to rest
Take my heart
For your own
My body's gone
Rotting in a flower bed of older songs
Feeding up a forest of a love all wrong
Something left behind
We've got our ghosts
I can hear them breathing underneath our clothes
Watching all the sun rays dancing off your bones
Washed clean by the tide
A land behind me
Nothing but a scar
A spineless fantasy
We weren't who I thought we were
Take my eyes
For your own
My body's gone
Rotting in a flower bed of older songs
Feeding up a forest of a love all wrong
Something left behind
We've got our ghosts
I can hear them breathing underneath our clothes
Watching all the sun rays dancing off your bones
Washed clean by the tide
Embers in your mouth
No more breath to shout
In the shadow of the sun
Does she know what she has done
My body's gone
Rotting in a flower bed of older songs
Feeding up a forest of a love all wrong
Something left behind
My body's gone
Rotting in a flower bed of older songs
Feeding up a forest of a love all wrong
Something left behind
We've got our ghosts
I can hear them breathing underneath our clothes
Watching all the sun rays dancing off your bones
Washed clean by the tide