Paroles de Boreas

With my back on the floor Cold linoleum icing my growing pains Watch the ceiling fan turn it's shape again My threads are coming loose Yeah, I'm one spoon away From setting the ends of my hair on fire If I'm kindling for a little while At least I'd feel of use Maybe then my breath could embody A wildfire starting I'd sweep up the forest floor And my body breathe life into the corners Be a darker soil Making lists, folding laundry Keeping tidy with my radio show I'd be lying if I told you I'm keeping tidy anymore Yeah, I swing from believing That maybe my working will all pay off To considering drinking with Molotov I'm halfway out the door Maybe then my breath could embody A wildfire starting I'd sweep up the forest floor And my body breathe life into the corners Be a darker soil Promise me that you'll start Where I end And I promise to give you everything That I am We'll go on and on and on again In the end, all I hope for Is to be a bit of warmth for you When there's not a lot warm left To go around