Boards And Gasoline (The Key)

Take a rest from burning
Digging up in wounds
We never thought were so deep

We never fought off but our own bred demons
Lost in the endless burrows of our hollowed chests
You hurt like a phantom limb
You are the only broken key I miss
Take a rest from burning, I'm not your gasoline
Long gone, but your arms strech over the ocean
Hold and strangle more than I would like to admit
Take a rest from burning
Let's grow something on our ash covered field