The line of broken streetlights lit a faint shadow.
And smoke hung in the air like a welcome note to an old friend.
Tonight it seemed that even the blackest of hearts could grow,
And that morning was a distant memory.
So let's free this poisoned land,
Burn it down like a house of cards.
Before the last thread disappears, the last memory erased. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/eden_maine/i_am_what_you_are.html ]
