Things We Lost In The Fire - John Murry

I was asleep

I woke up to the sound of it

Sashaying down the hall

Remnants of secrets

Our precious lives

And I’m terrified of it all

I’ve got no past

There is no future

This sickness follows me around

I’ve got no time

The hour’s nearing

And I’m gonna burn this old house down

She knows my face

My broken body

And I still see it in her eyes

That crucifix

That bound our bodies

Underneath the southern sky

Trapped in the crowd

Cheated by misfortune

I pray his light will be her guide

Into my arms

These crooked arms

Underneath the southern sky

The devil’s paintbrush

Holds just one color

It pushes out your form

As you laughed and tell me

Playing with matches

Will only keep me warm

The stars were falling

All around us

In this filthy little town

And while I slept there

You screamed into your pillow

And I’m so sorry but I never heard a sound

She knows my face

My broken body

And I still see it in her eyes

That crucifix

That bound our bodies

Underneath the southern sky

Trapped in the crowd

Cheated by misfortune

I pray his light will be her guide

Into my arms

These crooked arms

Underneath the southern sky

She knows my face

My broken body

And I still see it in her eyes

That crucifix

That bound our bodies

Underneath the southern sky

Trapped in the crowd

We were cheated by misfortune

I pray his light will be her guide

Into my arms

Into these broken twisted arms

Underneath the southern skies