Pyre

Following the sound of your footsteps

Fading down the floorboards of the stairs

I tell you I don't mind you sleeping over

It's fine you're having breakfast in his bed

Running down the skin of your cheekbone

Drops of orange juice make their way

You tease me 'bout my fright of open waters

Jumping up to race me to the sea

Still at night

You erupt your burning light

And I'm stuck here on your pyre

Oh volcanic fire

You call me up to get me to a party

Truth be told I'd rather stay in bed

But I tell you I just left a bar with Viktor

As I'm chugging down a beer while getting dressed

Sunny days are making me dizzy

The bareness of the sky is too much for me

'Cause all the things I left behind and buried

Reveal themselves so I can't leave them be

Still at night

You erupt your burning light

And I'm stuck here on your pyre

Oh volcanic fire

Ooh, ooh