You are the dirt road
Winding on the long ride home
You are the fire
Melting my bones under blankets of snow
It always stung when you turned away
Like a short storm crashing
It always stung when you turned away
Come be my forest burning
Come be my ashes raining
Run through the fields with your lantern
I saw the Earth breathing
You are the smoke
Taunting the moon with its curious vespers
You are my breath
Gasping for light at the top of the stairs
It always stung when you turned away
Like a short storm crashing
It always stung when you turned away
Yeah
Come be my forest burning
Come be my ashes raining
Run through the fields with your lantern
I saw the Earth breathing
