fire in the window
drawing your reflection
a turn that hasn't happened yet
fire in the window
fed by your reflection
how much further can you fall
and you're dancing to songs you hate
euphoricless glaze
you know every bridge will burn
before you reach it
fire in the window
speaking gibberish
mother tounge without her touch
fire in the window
vacan store front
middle of the afternoon
sun's still high
