Losing Ground - Cold Reading

Do you see those fairy lights?

The ones we used to throw away?

And this ground of stabbing nails?

Let’s get out and hoist the sails.

Because there’s no place to settle down when all the seeds are black.

We pray for the rain to come but all we hear are sighs.

Burn down worries near the fire.

We throw our hope away into the fire.

I can see those fairy lights we will never throw away.

And this ground of stabbing nails.

Let’s get out and hoist the sails.

We throw our hope away into the fire.

Burn down worries near the fire.

Losing ground just now, near the fire.

Burn down these walls, burn down these walls.

Because there’s no place to settle down when all the seeds are black.

We pray for the rain to come but all we hear are sighs.