Wild pine the moon is so high
I see where you`re going and your eyes ghost
Wild eyed gravel and smoke
return every question in the same tone
There`s a state line out in those pines
buried in frozen ground we`ve chosen our sides
now we can`t turn it around
Chain Emily to the stake
her family`s worried she`s terribly late
And haze rolling across the lake
If we go who`s to know dead by morning if we stay
In time the paper unfolds
slipping it through another keyhole
The slim hope a fireproof rope
the kerosene off of your sweet nose
It`s a steak knife fit on my thigh
Watching you flicker in real time
Calling unkind then we can turn it around
Fates give a warm soul a break
Just give me a life give you nothing but mine
and that`s how it will stay
But hey I`ve never been so afraid
With this cold in my bones
and a child engulfed in flames