Our Bodies Burned Bright on Re​-​Entry Lyrics

You are the morning star. Sunrise reflecting off empty bottles, And the mirror is cracked and flecked white. Goodnight sweet supply, here comes the crash. See you at the end of the skylines rushing up, Rooftops colliding our faces awake.

One night in hell, seven minutes in heaven. 4th degree burns on my hands and my neck. Young lucifer, kiss my mouth at the station. Could you hold my hands 'til they stop shaking?

Safe passage, blood magic, cuts on my wrists. Skin going numb from the pills swallowing. Not holding hands but we touch at our lips. Don't need to fuck, but i'm still fucking with-

Take out your weapon and climb on top of me. Make me art, Make a mess. A monument to lost rest. The space between our skin inscribed with blood and sweat. Kiss me goodnight like a pilot light, Sylvia.

I won't pretend i didn't notice you staring. Did you see the bloodstains, or just the shaking? Is it okay? Obvious how far i'm gone? The other side of the sunrise, Scream into my mirror. Until the glass breaks us.

One night in hell, seven minutes in heaven. 4th degree burns on my hands and my neck. Young lucifer, kiss my mouth at the station. Could you hold my hands 'til they stop shaking?

Safe passage, blood magic, cuts on my wrists. Skin going numb from the pills swallowing. Not holding hands but we touch at our lips. Don't need to fuck, but i'm still fucking with-

Angels on my tongue, Incense in my lungs. Shaking hands tear me to bits.

...the 4th degree. Your blood would freeze at the thought. Of the shit that i have done for money. How much neon do i have to push through my veins. Until i can call myself a city?
Like every night you stayed close that year. Kissed the bottle in the streetlight, Should it have been me? Oh man i wish.

Andule, Mi alma. I wish life could have been different. But i bled petition to the gods for your safe flight back to Toronto. Next time will be measured in days and months or i'll cut out my lying tongue. Every day i wake from a vision of the ground rushing to meet my face.

If we never fell like this, How do we know what falling is?