With Me

Come with me, and we will set the world on fire.

We'll burn through pain with smouldering eyes, the stars will be our guide.

We'll live by the moon, and devour the sun, and after everything is done,

Hand in hand we'll run, reckless, and never look back.

In our tracks lie the broken ornaments of words,

But ahead there is only fire, and burning, and beauty.

And the shivering taste of snow in winter which melts upon the tongue.

Look up if you like, watch the sky, I'll carry you into a storm and out again.

I'll mar mystery, I'll relinquish my hold, and defy the blemish of time.

Come with me and we’ll burn through the cracks and the crust, to the core,

To the North, to the South and the East, to the desert, until the West settles red.