They Rode On in the Friscalating Dusklight

Repeat like the beat of a a dance floor
 hold out for the grace of a discord
 there's a signal flare flying high in the air
 right above where the survivors float
 but the rescuers are scoutin' different skies
 debris scatters the lingerin' smoke
 the expensive secrets, the more casualties
 Though currents may cross they have yet to intersect for me
 Woa woa woa woa
 I'm a fire fueled by paper burning hard and hot
 your a canvas scooting backwards covering her eyes
 I am ash I am embers in a moments time
 You were cold, You move close but i can't
 I'm a fire fueled by paper burning hard and hot
 your a canvas scooting backwards covering her eyes
 I am ash I am embers in a moments time
 you were cold, you move close but i can't
 be far from that day like a plant i will come from the grave
 like the head of a baptist removed and served up on a plate
 Oh it's midnight or noon but no other hour of feast or famine I starve and devour
 the contrast its seeped in and the moment has passed
 the pendulum stops at extremes and just swings through the rest