Burning Hearts

“Stay here, wait, let the black spiders crawl
You see them all, population under control
Seconds turn into hours, smoldering on your own
You’re so alone, so alone

Though your heart aches, you’re moving slowly
Hoping time waits for the the lonely
Why are you sitting on your own
Crying all alone?

Burning Hearts grow cold
Broken hearts, they will grow old
In your bones, fortune’s told
Burning Hearts, they all grow cold

You’re sitting still while you wait
Be good, do what you’re told
Look the other way, dip your toe, get cold
Entertain yourself, it’s all that you’ve ever known
Sitting there all alone

Though your heart aches, you’re moving slowly
Hoping time waits for the the lonely
I’m wondering why are you sitting on your own?
Tell me why are you crying all alone?

Burning Hearts grow cold
Broken hearts, they will grow old
In your bones, fortune’s told
Burning Hearts, they all grow cold

Sifting through the charcoal ruins in your ribs
Beginning something, uneasy and primitive
A little nudge, you’re falling
Your heart is spinning round and round…

Burning Hearts grow cold
Broken hearts, they will grow old
In your bones, fortune’s told
Burning Hearts, they all grow cold”