Dust from Semaphore by Black Orchid Empire

As we chase down the sky
Oceans above and below
I love you for the look in your eye
Love you for the first time
That this felt like home

And I’ve got nothing left to give

So help me cut it close to the edge
Destruction as a strategy now
Together we can race to the end
To shut it down

I hold you like the
Fire at the death of a sun
And I know that you’ll
Stay until the damage is done
Time is finite running down
So just count it off

Your hands, my hands
Wrapped around the throat of death
Fade in, phase out
Until there’s nothing left but dust

Nothing touches the skin
Protected we rest in the snow
And the garden begins
We are fireflies
Mist in the wind

There’s no reason left to live
I got nothing left to give

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