Burn - The Low Anthem

Did I burn each last bit of myself

Did I turn my back on the kid in myself

And tear the oldest root

In a charlatan’s pursuit

And the world difting farther away

On the run with nowhere to hide

The black angel still clings to my side

You know he’s faster than

Any man

And the world drifting further away

What I told you lover I guess that I meant

By the time that you read this I will have repented

I know I am a fool

For trying to play it cruel

And you played so much kinder than I

Your memory now is the shadow to my shadow

I wind it tight like a player piano

Your skirt above your knees

I watch you press the keys

It calms the smarting flesh

Of the wound we have undressed

If still there’s a song deep in this marrow

Who lets you draw that last shivering arrow

What kind of smarting loon

Believes that he can shoot the moon

Calm these frailing nerves

They ask to be preserved

I was ashamed and mute

Fumbling around for my parachute

Then gliding through the rain

Not a drop could leave its stain

And the world drifting farther away