[Verse 1] With vodka-stained violets in my veins, In the blue that stretches over wreckage, I lean toward you, unsteady, slow. [Chorus] Like bell chimes in the wind, But the blaze is all I am— By the time I tear it free, There’s nothing left of me. [Verse 2] A nameless breeze Snatches the light, brings me down, I sway, then swing, then drown. [Chorus] Like bell chimes in the wind, But the blaze *consumes* me— By the time I tear it free, There’s nothing left of me. [Outro] No name, no breeze... Only the bell’s ghost in the trees.
