Zephyr

You're a pile of broken hands, heavy heads, and fierce regret, You're always walking out the door How many times we run away, a thousand matches in your hand? How many bridges we've burned? Under another cover, behind another door, Between your fingers and your feet All the dirt from all your ways Wash it off, dust it away Lift it off, throw it to the zephyr throw it to the zephyr throw it to the wind throw it to the zephyr throw it to the wind All your talk of love and gratitude, Your common cool, it graddged me in and I saw fire when you cut me loose I wanted you to feel that burn Under another cover, behind another door Between your fingers and your feet All the dirt from all your ways Wash it off, dust it away Lift it off, throw it to the zephyr throw it to the zephyr throw it to the wind throw it to the zephyr throw it to the wind throw it to the zephyr throw it to the wind But through the hallways of your mind I saw a face I recognized I thought I saw you as myself