You open the door and the colors dissolve
Every laugh in the room starts to fade and resolve
Into tight little knots at the back of the throat
Like a hand on a match
Like a rock on a boat
You circle the crowd like a slow-coming storm
Every glance from afar throws us out of our form
Till the jokes fall flat and the chatter turns thin
We were almost alive
Then you walk in
Hands on fire
Hearts on ice
We thought we could burn
But you've got the knife
Every small bright thing
You find the flame and you starve it out
Nothing you touch
Can stay alive
You talk like a funeral dressed as advice
Every “just being honest” is sharpened like ice
You hang heavy words from the black chandeliers
Till the ceiling bends down with a thousand fears
You weigh every smile like a crime to confess
Turn an easy hello to a failing test
They were halfway free
We were almost fine
Then you crossed the floor
And rewrote the line
Hands on fire
Hearts on ice
We thought we could burn
But you've got the knife
Every small bright thing
You find the flame and you starve it out
Nothing you touch
Can stay alive
Maybe once you were hurt till the colors all bled
Now you crush every bloom just to match your own head
If you can't feel the sun
Then you black out the sky
Better all of us empty than watch you cry
Hands on fire
Hearts on ice
We thought we could burn
But you've got the knife
Every small bright thing
You find the flame and you starve it out
Nothing you touch
Can stay alive
