Ashes Ashes
Our souls drift like ashes in the brittle airthrough the brittle air
Hold out your hands Afraid to hold out for what you need
But see, see what you need
Twirling like leaves, we float away
Drift away from things, the things you desire
Desire, desire: the passion burning in your heart
Reach for what you want
Fears or freedoms: what if your perceptions are all wrong?
I wouldn't stop loving you
Ashes Ashes Our souls drift like ashes in the brittle airthrough the brittle air