Vespertine

You are the dirt road
Winding on the long ride home
You are the fire
Melting my bones under blankets of snow
It always stung when you turned away
Like a short storm crashing
It always stung when you turned away

Come be my forest burning
Come be my ashes raining
Run through the fields with your lantern
I saw the Earth breathing

You are the smoke
Taunting the moon with its curious vespers
You are my breath
Gasping for light at the top of the stairs
It always stung when you turned away
Like a short storm crashing
It always stung when you turned away
Yeah

Come be my forest burning
Come be my ashes raining
Run through the fields with your lantern
I saw the Earth breathing