The tops of trees are on fire
and tonight these torches give us light
that we might have some direction in our lives.
But I can't see much of anything right now.
No I can't see.
I watched you come home from the mountains.
We all just thought it was a bad dream,
but in reality we knew the honest to god truth.
Now all we ask is a little sympathy from the clouds.
Now isn't it fate we're chasing after?
Or is she chasing after us?
Or has she come to kiss us our d**h depart?
We finally have a full understanding,
but I wish it wasn't on these terms.
Friend to friend.
I would do anything to make it end.