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So we were living out our days in an old abandoned palisade Sweeping chimneys 'til our backs hurt and singing 'til our throats were dry. Scraping the red from every rusty nail Stitching the carpet tears We kept our salty voices hushed You looked loveliest all dressed in dust And I cleared the cobwebs while you slept, set a fire that we'd both regret. You woke up coughing out a storm and we never made it out the door 'Cause I for one was taking my time. I think it's time you and I should come home It's been three years and I can feel it in my bones. If turning back means I'm turning back alone then I guess I'm on my own. It was six hundred degrees We had nothing to protect our feet from the glowing embers hardening our soles Our burning bed of coal Letras de canciones But that fever that we shared wasn't nothing that we couldn't bear We just wrapped around each other and we sweated out our worst nightmares. And I think that's when I was born, in your arms during a firestorm. We were perfectly in place We were filling up the empty space. But you were tired of wasting your time. Your spirits fled from all those bad ideas we bled I twisted up all of your words And I turned to brass while you were tearing down the past Now I'm trailing I'm traveling light and losing my memory. From Letras Mania