Your hands are broken
And your heart is sparking at your feet
You won't leave 'till you've spoken
And your fists will pound 'till we're beat

You're a liar
Make the smoke swirl and spin
And call it magic so they'll fly higher
Into the moments that have been

Your hands are broken
And you're a pillar of flame
You won't leave 'till you've spoken
And suffocated the world with shame

You're a seamstress
Snatching up old sins
That aren't yours to confess,
Secrets you'd bled from beneath my skin