Monday, January 2, 2012

Needles and Fire

Your voice is a pit of needles
I've been falling in for years now
And the last burn is the letting go

We were loving in a burn town
Trying in a hopeless world

And I've held out
Like a father waiting for his prodigal son
I always saw the best in you

I dug up who you were meant to be
And handed it to the girl you will marry

I was the best in you
And now I am buried

So she will never know
The boy you used to be

Give him back to me