I love you more than anything.
More than every word i could ever sing.
But i hate you more.
Than crystal lies.
And the words we say make the fires rise.
And the fire in the field leave us in our thoughts.
And the memories begin to rot.
As you hold the letter to your tissue skin.
Remember it like locked in pin.
And make the words come to life.
Carve them in with silver knife.
And say good bye to this life.
For I'm about to do what's right.