Currents

Currents - Dashboard Confessional

The air is visible around you

Rising up and off your lips in slow currents

And I watch as your face is framed in it's slow currents

Drifting curls a trailing path

A long drag becomes a tress of blue and ash

If it is born in flames then we should let it burn

Burn as brightly as we can

And if it's going to end then let it end in flames

Let it burn all the way down

The air is visceral around us

Turning in it's circle steps on slow currents

And I watch as it pirouettes and spins in slow motion

A long drag becomes a slow dance in a halo of ember

If it is born in flames then we should let it burn

Burn as brightly as we can

And if it's going to end then let it end in flames

Let it burn all the way down

All the way down

And if this is ever meant to end

Then I hope it ends where it began

So hot with love we burned our hands

If this ever meant to end

Then I hope it ends where it began

So hot with love it burns our hands

If it is born in flames then we should let it burn

Burn as brightly as we can

And if it's going to end then let it end in flames

Let it burn

Let it burn

If it's going to end

Let it burn

If it's going to end

Let it burn

It ends where it began

So hot with love it burns our hands

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