Burn Whatever’s Left

I wouldn't go back, even if I could There's a cemetery where a dream once stayed Look too hard, be careful what you find I know my fate in the back of my mind I went to see a mystic, but I already heard The end is near, better use your words She made me tea, I acted so surprised She read my palm, I read her eyes Strike a match and start again My memory is my only friend Build me a house for memories I've kept Then burn whatever's left I carry my pain across a long high wire Above the city of death and a lake of fire It's never quite as bad as it seems Sometimes it's worse than a waking dream Don't wake me up, don't make a sound In my sleep, I'm falling down I'm somewhere else, in a different time In the ancient hills, a church bell chimes Make me believe in magic again I wrote a book so I know how it ends So many pages, I can't forget Tear them out, and burn whatever's left Spanish moss hanging from the trees Holy city, come talk with me I left my body, I left this world My spirit untethered, my hair unfurled Strike a match and start again Lock the road, from either end Build me a house for memories I've kept Then burn whatever's left Then burn whatever's left