Hotfoot

leaving me behind in this house of broken dreams
and you shall never find the promises that bind me at the seams
and all this is is a place with shade i gave to you.
and all i have is a place to run the gauntlet through.
dreams are a bore. tomorrow, i'll be surer.

and i can tell. got a feeling underneath my skin
and all i smell is bitter smoke and ashes on the wind.
i'd walk on coals for you.
i'd walk on coals for you.

beauty, so they say, never runs deeper than the skin
and quickly goes away. how will they explain this to me then?
when you first quit and i dug beneath the floorboard loam-
the cellar pit. this pickaxe in our broken home.
i had to say i know true beauty never fades away.

and in the dark. in the moonlight. cold. alone in bed.
i have seen the same dark beauty running through my head.
i'd walk on coals for you.
i'd walk on coals for you.

casting off the faith. sloughing off identity and chains.
the glowing fireplace. the bitter soul within me creaks again.
and as i walk. euphoria and giddiness.
the flames rise up and i maintain in love and steadiness.
since you've come due then i will surely come to you.

and in the dark. the curtains blaze and a distant siren blares.
my blistered heart. my eyelids burn. i fall on crackling chairs.
i'd walk on coals for you.
i'd walk on coals for you.