Flames to Fight - The Lonely Wild, Ryan Ross, Andrew Carroll

All you

Bright ideas

Sitting pretty

In the snow

I wash you

Clean of conscience

How old bible

Stories grow

Out of nothing

Into nothing

Into your fears

Out of nothing

Into nothing

All your ideals

And all you

Best intentions

Sleeping soundly

At the wheel

It’s not what

You were born for

But how you die that

Makes you real

If you are nothing

Out of nothing

A failing dream

If you are nothing

Out of nothing

Why lose some sleep?

All you

Sleeping children

Growing unseen

In the night

We’re sowing

Your forgiveness

In the sheets we

Tuck so tight

We give you nothing

You get nothing

But guiding light

You get nothing

We leave you nothing

But flames to fight