And if this is ever meant to end, then I hope it ends where it began
So hot with love, we burned our hands
The air is visceral around us
Turning in its simple steps on slow currents
and I watch as it pirouettes and spins in slow motion
A long drag becomes a slow dance and a halo of ember
If it is born in flames then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
And if it’s gotta end then let it end in flames
Let it burn all the way down
