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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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