There’s a wind that blows, it’s carrying your ashes.

There’s a fallen breeze in this valley and it’s whispering your name.

I can taste your smoke, every breath that passes.

Through the bones of candled trees and the shadows that remain.

I don’t dare,

Meet your eyes,

They’re carrying the firelight that took so many lives.

You don’t care, pay no mind.

Lose myself in spite of it to see what I can find,

Little farther down the line, little farther down the line. ooooooh

Little Farther down the line.

Everybody knows, news always travels faster.

I can watch those flames sanctifying every shred of all my stains.

I can’t help but choke, that fire and brimstone is a bastard.

40 nights of shame in the desert had me thinking of the rain.

I don’t dare,

Meet your eyes,

They’re carrying the firelight that took so many lives.

You don’t care, pay no mind.

Lose yourself in spite of it to see what you can find,

A little farther down the line, little farther down the line. oooooo

A little farther down the line.