La Dispute - Bury Your Flames Lyrics
Oh, we could blame it on our handsThey lifted the drink to our mouths so we drank itOr we could blame it on our bodiesThey say, we like the way we feel when we get touchedYou've got your fingers snared in my veinsI think it's time you pulled them outAnd I don't care about the flesh it'll tearIt isn't flesh that I'm worried aboutWe held a match to keep our sight on the pathBut the flame gave up and we lost itAnd I've knelt for the last three yearsTrying to find it back with the blackened matchstickToday I'm not afraid of failureThe past is a flowerThe future, the snowI wasn't ever close to perfectBut I never let you goYou let your doubt lead you like a river on and onAnd you will never get back to save what you hadHear me promiseI will bury your problems in meSo sleep soundlyI held your heart in my fingersNow it's gone, it's gone, it's gone and you will never admitThat you bid the wind blow the flames outAnd buried the coals in the seaYou tricked meYou came back and you brought floodsWearing a necklace made of hearts that you'd dragged through the mudAnd I guess I wasn't quite sure what to say to youBut then I saw mine, almost reached out to grab itSaid, darling, you're the only one on earth I want to have itBut now I'm not so sure that was trueAfter the hell you put it throughBut there was no sharp pain this timeJust the ghost of your presence compressing my chest like a vineAn unshakable absenceLike most of my insides crawled out of my mouth and went westBut that's fineWe cast our hearts in plasterWe imagined our bodies were fashioned of stoneBut they chipped at the brick and mortarWe found out that we're only layers of skin hiding bonesAnd our bones are like chains, old and rusted in the rainThey're going to snap when the weight shiftsYou moved like a fire through the forestYour hands were as red as the skin on your lipsYou'd been flirting with distance, princessI tasted it's spit in your kissOh mistress, knowToday I will bury the flames of your failureThe past is a liarThe future, a whoreI'll lay your bones into the earth and you will haunt my head no moreOh, we could blame it on our handsOh, we could blame it on our handsBut it was our mouths that opened up to swallow(Oh, we could blame it on our hands)And our heads that commanded us drinkBut as I buried your flames in the dirtI watched the smoke pull your ghost from the graveAnd I fear they'll only lay in waitUntil we are face to face againJust when I said, I'm moving, I'm moving onI felt them come to life again and again and again and againThere are firesThat tear through valleys and make dust from grassThere are firesThere are wiresBound in blue light, they pull us to the pastThere are wiresWe are tiredWe should have known from the start that this wouldn't lastWe are tired
