Fractured Flame

(mmmmm-hmm) The ceiling's talking to me late at night

It paints the shadows in a different light

I build a fortress out of quiet fears

And count the static through the passing years

I'm heavy on the inside,

sinking slow

Is there a place where the currents don't go?

And it's hard to breathe when the air is concrete

Walking a line on a crumbling street

Oh, give me a spark or a reason to stay

Before the grey washes everything away

My hands are cold but the engine is warm

Just another passenger waiting out the storm

I write down words that I'll never send

Tracing the cracks until they start to bend

I'm heavy on the inside,

sinking slow

Is there a place where the currents don't go?

And it's hard to breathe when the air is concrete

Walking a line on a crumbling street

Oh, give me a spark or a reason to stay

Before the grey washes everything away

Can you hear me down here?

(Can

you hear me?) Losing the fight with the atmosphere...

Before the grey...

Washes it all

away...