We fell asleep inside a blanket on the floor
Beside the chest we'd pushed against the door
The light we'd lit flickered on the bed

Swallowing the empty bottle of red

What was it you said about stitches and mending?

That we'd do anything to keep this moment from ending
Our wax hearts melted when the curtains caught fire
As we lay there dreaming of a funeral pyre


What we were became the smoke and ash
That blanketed our heads as it rained down

We couldn't do anything but watch
And wonder how we got out


What was it you said about stitches and mending?
That we'd do anything to keep this moment from ending
But some kind of death awaits every new beginning

Some kind of death awaits every new beginning

What was it you said about stitches and mending?

That we'd do anything to keep this moment from ending
We couldn't do anything to keep this moment from ending