Slow Burn Confession

(mmmmm) I found the letters in the bottom drawer

Where the dust collects and we don't look no more

Every promise written on a paper sheet

Now they're just lines

beneath my feet

And the room grows quiet

in the fading light

We are only shadows

holding on too tight (holding on)

But we burn so bright

before we fall

Writing our names on a collapsing wall

And I still hear you in

the quiet space

Searching the dust for a familiar face

We left the engines running in the cold

Storytellers growing tired of being old

Just a spark that couldn't find the air

We're still standing

but we are not there

Searching the dust... (oh-oh-oh)

Before we

fall