Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bury Your Flame, artist - La Dispute.
Date of issue: 10.09.2018
Song language: English
Bury Your Flame |
We could blame it on our hands, |
They lifted the drink to our mouths so we drank it. |
Or |
we could blame it on our bodies, |
they say, «We like the way we feel |
when we get touched.» |
You’ve got your fingers snared in my veins, |
I think it’s time you pulled them out. |
And I don’t care about the flesh it’ll tear, |
it isn’t flesh that I’m worried about. |
We held a match to keep our sight on the path but the flame gave up and we lost |
it. |
And I’ve knelt for the last three years trying to find it back with the |
blackened matchstick. |
Today I’m not afraid of failure. |
«The past is a flower. |
The future: the snow.» |
I wasn’t ever close to perfect, but |
I didn’t let you go. |
You let your doubt like a river lead you |
on and on and on and |
you will never get back to save what you had, hear me promise, «I will |
bury your problems in me so sleep soundly.» |
I held your heart in my fingers now it’s |
gone, it’s gone, it’s gone and |
you will never admit that you bid the wind blow the flames out |
And buried the coals in the sea. |
You tricked me. |
You came back and you brought floods |
wearing a necklace made of hearts that you’d dragged through the mud. |
I guess I wasn’t quite sure what to do. |
But then I saw mine, almost reached out to grab it. |
Said, |
«Darling, you’re the only one on Earth I want to have it.» |
But now I’m not so sure that that was true, |
after the hell you put it through. |
But there was no sharp pain this time, |
just the ghost of your presence compressing my chest like a vine. |
An unshakeable absence, |
like most of my insides crawled out through my mouth and went west. |
But that’s fine. |
We cast our hearts in plaster. |
We imagined our bodies were fashioned from stone but |
they chipped at the brick and the mortar, |
We found out that we’re only layers of skin hiding bone. |
And our bones are like chains, old and rusted in the rain—they're going to snap |
when the weight shifts. |
You moved like a fire through the forest. |
You’re hands were as red as the skin on your lips. |
You’d been flirting with distance, princess, |
I tasted its spit in your kiss. |
Oh, mistress, know: |
Today I will bury the flames of your failure. |
The past is a liar, the future: a whore. |
I’ll lay your bones into the earth and you |
will haunt my head no more. |
We could blame it on our hands, but |
it was our mouths that opened up to swallow and |
our heads that commanded us drink. |
But as I buried your flames in the dirt, |
I watched the smoke pull your ghost from the grave. |
And |
I fear they’ll only lay in wait till we are face to face again. |
Just when I said, «I'm moving—I'm moving on.» |
I felt them come to life again. |
There are fires that tear through valleys and make dust from grass. |
There are wires—bound in blue light they pull us to the past. |
We are tired. |
We should’ve known from the start that this thing wouldn’t last. |