Rapture

Some awful rapture of noise held you captured

And broke my stare

You said it came from there

Up there on the stairs

No more than a second that mystery beckoned

Your feet to climb

While I stayed behind

I held worry on my mind

You don't know how fire works

It burns too slow, you'll lose it

You don't know how fire works

It dies until you feed it

You dug through the floorboards for some kind of folklore

You heard before

The newspaper was torn

And the match burned bright

How I couldn't fathom this loose-hanging phantom

Your fingers wore

So yellow in hue

It was nothing I knew

You don't know how fire works

It burns too slow, you'll lose it

You don't know how fire works

It dies until you feed it

You laugh at my temper, your eyes like December

So cold and blue

You were smiling too

I was jealous of you

Still to this day you've been lighting your way

With the pages you burn

While others read theirs first

See how bright you can shine

You don't know how fire works

It burns too slow, you'll lose it

You don't know how fire works

It dies until you feed it

Come some lonely evening when these embers go leaving

Me bitter and cold

We'll watch our bodies grow old

You'll hear me whisper you were right

You'll laugh at my sorrow, so empty and hollow

I was such a fool

That I knew better than you

Making up all those rules

You don't know how fire works

It burns too slow, you'll lose it

You don't know how fire works

It dies until you feed it