The kind of thing you had from the start (The Burn Cycle)
::: Oh quick you, look at me,
and it all just disappears,
What is this? its my faith,
and it's spilled all over you,
as I relax,
and breath your name,
like I did in high,
I go ahead and lie to you,
'cause borrowed is this time,:::
So it comes to something like it. I learn to taste the beauty of gray.
I have a tendency to burning my feet on the sun.
I, in fact, advocate it unquestionably.
Dance baby Dance!
As your soles burn through
Never hesitating to become electrified fire
Or break an emotional sweat
:::I cracked, faded, gone...:::
There are some experiences about it all I don’t care to repeat.
Solar flares raking up your back.
Something that happens when you are dancing a super heated two step and abruptly from behind, up shoots something even hotter that your heart and rakes your tender un-wanting flesh. A flare so large and bright the gas shoots you a thousand miles per second away from the place you wanted to be.
You’re simply not prepared. Of course you new this sort of thing could happen. Maybe you spotted a few and avoided them. It’s just that one, it was quick and ripped out pieces of you were not prepared to part with it….
::::You see my heart spilling,
it's on the floor 12 stories high,
as I watch you wreck yourself,
and it's over nothing,
cause I could be,
your anything,
but still I'm never younger,
I go ahead, and lie to you,
cause borrowed is this time,::::
…Again I say, if you’re going to dance on the sun, you know this sort of thing could happen. I was reminded of what someone that loved me said a long time ago, right before I became a solar flare to him. I’m sure he said it at the time to be cruelly honest. He said”
“You are an exceptional woman, there were exceptional women before you, and there will be exceptional women after you are gone”
How could something like that not hurt me? I argued the point such a long time ago, now I see the beauty of it. As my flesh is rendered to ash….
:::We are perfect when we lie,
we're always losing,
lets go home...
It's over...:::
You see he knew that no matter how many times we get burned and buried we will still find some thing left of ourselves, something to keep going with, something to heal, to grow.
I tried so hard to avoid it, but I could not, and I’m left smoking more than a clove, and I feel repellant as I can smell my charring body. Yet I knew it would happen. Solar flares are part of this sun dance, remember?
::: Remember this, I always kept,
a little something to myself,
and now I can't breath your name,
I’m giving up that something,
I go ahead, and lie to you,
'cause borrowed is this time...::::
I’ll miss you, but mostly I’ll miss the idea of what I had of you. Of what I hoped you’d become. Stupid hope and dream, It’s kind of like trying to change a man, though I tend to disguise control as growth. Don’t think I lie to myself all the time.
::::We are perfect, when we lie,
we're always loosing,
lets go home,
I cracked, faded, gone...
I cracked, faded, gone..:::::
I just wished you had learned to say sorry, or listen.
I wish that you would have respected me in front of your friends instead of acting like I was a boring painted object.
I wish that your passion could have come out your pores and sprinkled your eyes.
I wish that you could have smiled for more than two seconds. I wish it had been at me.
I wish I would not feel like I was used for a place to stay. I wish that “ I love you” left more than just a speech pattern on my heart. I wish you had learned how to dance too, and do something besides sparse school taught romance.
::::Come on, I'm waiting
I'm waiting for you,
None of this is real, just remember cause none of this is real...
Cause we are perfect when we lie,
we're always loosing lets just go home high,
We are perfect when we lie,
we're always loosing,
lets go home...
Its Over, Over Over...
Over.::::
Well wishing is sort of a retrospect thing, and my feet don’t want to dance. But it’s clean, this pain. I’m older now and I can observe the burns without succumbing to them. You gave me something to miss, but I do not feel like I did you wrong by letting you go.
I’ve been dancing on the sun too long
You were an exceptional man, there have been others before you, and there will be others after you.
We will all dance on the sun again.
and it all just disappears,
What is this? its my faith,
and it's spilled all over you,
as I relax,
and breath your name,
like I did in high,
I go ahead and lie to you,
'cause borrowed is this time,:::
So it comes to something like it. I learn to taste the beauty of gray.
I have a tendency to burning my feet on the sun.
I, in fact, advocate it unquestionably.
Dance baby Dance!
As your soles burn through
Never hesitating to become electrified fire
Or break an emotional sweat
:::I cracked, faded, gone...:::
There are some experiences about it all I don’t care to repeat.
Solar flares raking up your back.
Something that happens when you are dancing a super heated two step and abruptly from behind, up shoots something even hotter that your heart and rakes your tender un-wanting flesh. A flare so large and bright the gas shoots you a thousand miles per second away from the place you wanted to be.
You’re simply not prepared. Of course you new this sort of thing could happen. Maybe you spotted a few and avoided them. It’s just that one, it was quick and ripped out pieces of you were not prepared to part with it….
::::You see my heart spilling,
it's on the floor 12 stories high,
as I watch you wreck yourself,
and it's over nothing,
cause I could be,
your anything,
but still I'm never younger,
I go ahead, and lie to you,
cause borrowed is this time,::::
…Again I say, if you’re going to dance on the sun, you know this sort of thing could happen. I was reminded of what someone that loved me said a long time ago, right before I became a solar flare to him. I’m sure he said it at the time to be cruelly honest. He said”
“You are an exceptional woman, there were exceptional women before you, and there will be exceptional women after you are gone”
How could something like that not hurt me? I argued the point such a long time ago, now I see the beauty of it. As my flesh is rendered to ash….
:::We are perfect when we lie,
we're always losing,
lets go home...
It's over...:::
You see he knew that no matter how many times we get burned and buried we will still find some thing left of ourselves, something to keep going with, something to heal, to grow.
I tried so hard to avoid it, but I could not, and I’m left smoking more than a clove, and I feel repellant as I can smell my charring body. Yet I knew it would happen. Solar flares are part of this sun dance, remember?
::: Remember this, I always kept,
a little something to myself,
and now I can't breath your name,
I’m giving up that something,
I go ahead, and lie to you,
'cause borrowed is this time...::::
I’ll miss you, but mostly I’ll miss the idea of what I had of you. Of what I hoped you’d become. Stupid hope and dream, It’s kind of like trying to change a man, though I tend to disguise control as growth. Don’t think I lie to myself all the time.
::::We are perfect, when we lie,
we're always loosing,
lets go home,
I cracked, faded, gone...
I cracked, faded, gone..:::::
I just wished you had learned to say sorry, or listen.
I wish that you would have respected me in front of your friends instead of acting like I was a boring painted object.
I wish that your passion could have come out your pores and sprinkled your eyes.
I wish that you could have smiled for more than two seconds. I wish it had been at me.
I wish I would not feel like I was used for a place to stay. I wish that “ I love you” left more than just a speech pattern on my heart. I wish you had learned how to dance too, and do something besides sparse school taught romance.
::::Come on, I'm waiting
I'm waiting for you,
None of this is real, just remember cause none of this is real...
Cause we are perfect when we lie,
we're always loosing lets just go home high,
We are perfect when we lie,
we're always loosing,
lets go home...
Its Over, Over Over...
Over.::::
Well wishing is sort of a retrospect thing, and my feet don’t want to dance. But it’s clean, this pain. I’m older now and I can observe the burns without succumbing to them. You gave me something to miss, but I do not feel like I did you wrong by letting you go.
I’ve been dancing on the sun too long
You were an exceptional man, there have been others before you, and there will be others after you.
We will all dance on the sun again.