I spark a match and watch the candle burn.
The wick runs out and then love takes it's turn.
On fallen angels and broken sounds, we will last past the final round.
It took awhile for you to find me. (find me.)
But I was hiding in the lime tree. (lime tree.)
Above the city in the rain cloud. (rain cloud.)
I poked a hole and watched it drain out.
(I watched it drain out, watched it drain out.)
And parallel to the city streets. (ugh.)
Our broken crowns beneath our feet.