Forgot what the point of the story ever was

Big Pheonix my brother made a band out of gauze

It's tragic every night how you bloom in the dark

Seconds don't count when we're wide of the mark

And they were waiting at the bottom of the street

Shame we won't meet them to tell them that they're all gonna die

Picking the bones from those coals in the night

We'll take your journey right out of the climb

Thickening clot part of a victimless crime

You were hoping I would come to my senses