All that I am is smoldering embers of a dying fire
waiting for a wind that will pick up my flame
you are the oxygen which allows me to burn
with one gust from you i know i’ll remain

The night is now still and foresees a guaranteed storm
as i wait for the torrent i beg mercy of the stars
the stars not responding, they point me to you
so your tasseogrophy tells me, ambivalent you are

I, these smoldering embers, still wait patiently
my flame still remains a dormant bed of ash
the only truth i know is that your breath is my fate
and if that breath wont come, just tell me, i ask

I can no longer bare the silence of this impending storm
let the torrent pour in and douse my embers out
this is the end of my smoldering existence
oh how you had me burning during the drought