no fire from angel's crossing by Wolves Asleep

told me you were down on the street, throwin' pens at the wall
screamin' till my head falls off, you were beggin' me to stay in the car
now we're sleepin' 'cos our eyes don't drop
i am wearing your coat

i found the devil in a paid phone call, that i paid for myself
and if the answerer was calling himself, and if the caller held his hand on his mouth, from all the secrets that he kept from himself
he found them looking at you
above the street from the roof
watching over you

until the matches made their way from the shelf, a quiet walk from your room
and if you circle but your legs won't stop, and if you're reaching back to pull it all up, then all the pictures that you kept in the trunk
will build a prison for you

try to burn it down with you, try to burn it down with you, try to burn it down with you, try to burn it down with you
try to burn it down

there is no fire
there is no flame

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