After the Burn

Yeah... Some things you just can't tape

back together.

I found the picture that we took in late July

Behind the dresser where the dust and memories lie

You had that smile like you knew we'd never fade

Now I'm just sitting in the mess that we made

Your closet's empty but your scent is on the floor

I keep on staring at the lock upon the door

Waiting for keys to jingle,

waiting for a sign

But there's no rewrite at the bottom of the line

(no rewrite, yeah)

We built a kingdom on a foundation of sand

I thought I held the world right inside your hand

But waves came crashing and the walls started to fall

Now I'm just talking to the shadows on the wall (just talking, ahh)

They say that time heals every single broken bone

But they don't tell you how it feels to sleep alone

In a cold bed with the silence screaming loud

I'm lost inside my mind,

standing in a crowd

So here's the final page,

the ink is running dry No clever closure,

no dramatic last goodbye

Just a quiet room,

a steady fading spark And me learning how to walk inside the

dark

(in the dark,

yeah)

Just a fading spark...

Learning to walk... (sighs)