Linger in Static

(hmmmm) Left a spare key that you never returned

On a hotel bed,

shoes still on as it burned Then the opener who only got

three songs

Trades secrets for a lighter where we belong (ahhhh)

We are the fire,

we are the stone

(keep it

burning)

Under the heavy, holy,

hollow throne

No more secrets for a lighter spark

We trade the fire for the holy dark (hmmmm)