You light

The fire

But you don't keep it alive

It cools down

You get tired

And the red to turns to white

And the ashes in the air

Can be collected and confined

To the shape

We used to make

But the weight is gone

All your life

Every love

You ever had has expired

It gets old

And you stop trying

Because when it's down to the wire

And the ashes in the air

Can be collected and confined

To the shape

We used to make

But the weight is gone

When the weight is gone, how are you going to get it back And the ashes in the air

Can be collected and confined

To the shape

We used to make

But the weight is gone

and the ashes in the air

can be collected and confined

to the shape

we used to make

but the weight is gone