so we were living out our days in an old abandoned palisade sweeping chimneys til our backs hurt and singing til our throats were dry scraping the red from every rusty nail stitching the carpet tears we kept our salty voices hushed you looked loveliest all dressed in dust and i cleared the cobwebs while you slept set a fire that we d both regret you woke up coughing out a storm and we never made it out the door cause i for one was taking my time i think it s time you and i should come home it s been three years and i can feel it in my bones if turning back means i m turning back alone then i guess i m on my own it was six hundred degrees we had nothing to protect our feet from the glowing embers hardening our soles our burning bed of coal but that fever that we shared wasn t nothing that we couldn t bear we just wrapped around each other and we sweated out our worst nightmares and i think that s when i was born in your arms during a firestorm we were perfectly in place we were filling up the empty space but you were tired of wasting your time your spirits fled from all those bad ideas we bled i twisted up all of your words and i turned to brass while you were tearing down the past now i m trailing i m traveling light and losing my memory