The Man Who Had Everything

Long and cold breathe the nights This sacred bin is our TV for the night, The flames swallow all that we discard. Thrown amongst the burnable Are the stories many tell to warm the eyes And the hearts of the starved. The new fish on the line reels in And wants to know about the man who had everything In the palm of his hand but then lost it all, 'Cause the whirlwind of his greed Swept away the only love he had. The cold exposed my battle-scars, The nights unfolded feeding hearts Of strangers who were eager to believe. But I can never find a way Of shedding light on the darkest days, So I'll just sit here waiting for you. I'll just sit here waiting for you. As the glowing embers shield the frost And the bitterness hits our silhouettes, My mouth is the only thing that thaws, From the heated, angry, sorry tales That resonate this hollow empty jail. Never finding the door 'Cause somebody stole the light from me, And I couldn't see. There was no end in sight for me To escape this criminal embrace, So now I melt in the arms of a fire that's dying. The cold exposed my battle-scars, The nights unfolded feeding hearts Of strangers who were eager to believe. But I can never find a way Of shedding light on the darkest days, So I'll just sit here waiting for you. I'll just sit here waiting for you.