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Artiste: Chris Michaud
Titre: Burn

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The plane is in its final descent

And I'm up here holding my breath

The space in my chest decompressed

And your hands are around my neck

Telling me everything's going to be ok

You placed a bandage over my chest

And reminded me the pain was temporary

I burn, I beg, I suffer at your hands.

Shoot at me while you've got the chance

I'm holding up strong behind bulletproof glass

...Well are you listening?

The dream is over,

The sun is dead

But I'm finding the strength to stand.

This bandage off,

This reservoir overflowing,

I'm trying to find a safe place to land.

And now I stand alone tonight,

In a burnt out crater of what we were

With each passing moment I look to the sky

And yearn for what we should've been

I burn, I beg, I crumble at the thought of you,

We just never had the room to make it true.

In this sorrowful surrender,

I'm taken down and I'm burnt to ember

For love that I cannot remember

Has singed me to the bone.

And with blackened eyes and restless mind

I try to figure out these great skies

With wings we've grown for us to fly

There's something sweeter than you and I...