It's the familiar way those fingers play the same old song I sent you away to.
Because when I heard it for the first time I knew, that it was both appropriate and true.
Still to this day, its hard to say, that we stood and swayed a certain way.
But every time I hear this play, I'm transported back, and taken away.
To a time when we were surrounded by a firey way.
To a night so long and full of sorrow, that I was sure we wouldn't see the light of day.
And through the ashe and endless smoke, my wispers knew not what to say.
Except that I was sorry to go, but we always knew it would end this way.
How the fire and brimstone was not our dream, but a reality which burned away.
But slow dancing in a burning room? So soon?