Firelight on the shape of loss and hurt and dread
Keeping in the shadow, talk until the coals are dead
Sap the joy like syrup
Tap the sapling tree
Hoping there is substance to keep your motives clean
Actions you can't disavow
Where are your promises now?
Hold the candle vigil for years that can't be changed
Make a strong intention to relive all their pain
Dredge the river waters to watch the bodies rise
Set the funeral pyres for loves now long despised
All of your excuses don't afford a good reason
Thus comes the collapse of this smokescreen season
There's a line, I know I can see it
They fed me lies, I no longer eat them
Sending me signs, I refuse to read them
Bring the collapse of this smokescreen season
Where are your promises now?
