Cinders

Well of course there’s flames behind the door

This doesn’t feel like a drill

We’ve run this through till it’s tired

Left over pieces and

Matchstick shudder sprawl foundations

Tipping us into the accident

Pair the face to its composite

And now storm slick

Paper boat in a deluge

Set it down and surrender it

React like this was expected

Take one pice and mishear it

Twisting out any meaning

Misread our own translation

Wring it dry, erase it

I won’t be hoodwinked again

All in the same vein

All in the same vein

We lifted what?

Whatever you’ve been told

The magic’s wearing off

Whatever you’ve been told

The magic’s wearing off