Inflamed

The hues of the fall

Come down your tresses

Your locks fall

Matted down

To your side

To your side

The ashes of a cigarette are on the table top

They are all that remain

Of the fire that took your body tonight

Inescapable

This moment

A shrine I've made for you

Pushing on

Pushing back

This moment

I'm here

I'm here for you

I'm here

I'm here

For you