The Man Who Had Everything

Long and cold breathe the nights

This sacred bin is our TV for the night,

The flames swallow all that we discard.

Thrown amongst the burnable

Are the stories many tell to warm the eyes

And the hearts of the starved.

The new fish on the line reels in

And wants to know about the man who had everything

In the palm of his hand but then lost it all,

'Cause the whirlwind of his greed

Swept away the only love he had.

The cold exposed my battle-scars,

The nights unfolded feeding hearts

Of strangers who were eager to believe.

But I can never find a way

Of shedding light on the darkest days,

So I'll just sit here waiting for you.

I'll just sit here waiting for you.

As the glowing embers shield the frost

And the bitterness hits our silhouettes,

My mouth is the only thing that thaws,

From the heated, angry, sorry tales

That resonate this hollow empty jail.

Never finding the door

'Cause somebody stole the light from me,

And I couldn't see.

There was no end in sight for me

To escape this criminal embrace,

So now I melt in the arms of a fire that's dying.

The cold exposed my battle-scars,

The nights unfolded feeding hearts

Of strangers who were eager to believe.

But I can never find a way

Of shedding light on the darkest days,

So I'll just sit here waiting for you.

I'll just sit here waiting for you.