Understanding a language dead and gone The cadence of it , my tongue missing words melodies play broken, spoken slower Fire burns out , desire pulls me away coals hot, but they can't scorch my thoughts Weeks warmer than December in my memory flames sway, smoke raining does she remember the way it felt to just be herself remember how it was when she wasn't hurting over me Fire burns out , desire pulls me away coals hot, but they can't scorch my thoughts Weeks warmer than December in my memory flames sway, smoke raining can't give a translation won't Debate hesitation I just want this lullaby to cry for one night set me a blaze Flame to grey ash, smoke sears my throat coals without heat, I'm not burnt weeks warmer than I remember emotions like cold embers
