You are sleeping in the room alone now
You are restless in the night
When the lightning from the storm strikes, you shine
For a second in the light, I wait
For a moment when the weather breaks
I can feel you in the mattress shake
I can see the way an old pain haunts you
Mourning falling into frame
You stayed down
I faced my failure, in a way I escaped it
In the crumble before a breakdown takes
Like a rapture in the night, you fight hard
I faced my own pain, in a way I embraced it
In the bedroom with the door locked tight
Like a coward when the flash burns bright, I'll hide
Your hands burnt on the torch’s flame
Fighting the path away
Brighter than lightning and burning, striking the ground
We spent summers awake
We shake at shadows' shapes
The wind, it rattles our chains
We're always turning around
You were standing in the doorway
You were staring at the flames
How the fire from the house next door mixed
With the colors from the cop cars I saw
Neighbors gathered in the alleyway
In the summer, in the heat, I wait
For a wind that I can chase your pain out
Gather water for the flames, I wait
Nights we both shook
Any noise that got in our room
Rattled on the floor like shells scattering or like hail falling on the hood of our car
Do you remember that drive south?
Coast-bound, just us two
Savannah west in the mirror and winter in rear-view, burning
How the storm fell so harshly we felt swallowed
And traffic stopped before and behind us
Hard rain in sheets gray and unbroken
Hazards flashed dimly in all directions like small satellites or like lighthouse beacons
We turned the radio off
I gripped the wheel tight when the storm burst and clouds split suddenly open to the sky
All the colors that once had us dumbstruck with love and terror and both
As if before us stood temples ancient and terrifying
The light refracting truth to see death and life in all things
Your hands burnt on the torch’s flame
I was the last to change
Strike me like a lightning bolt, burning me down
Your hands burnt on the torch's flame
I was the last to change
Strike me like a lightning bolt, burning me down
The wind rattles our chains
We shake our fists at the pain
We shake at shadows' shapes
We cup our hands in the storm
And watch our houses burning
We catch the rain to fight it
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