Hot Coals

Hot coals laying on my motorcade Jewelry gone, eyes still blue Thin memories in love with you, my hoary fire In love with you Get the fuck out my sight Cold eats the flesh of broken hearts Tender the strike of tinder gods Hot coals Embers across a rayless sky Still warm my soul, I often cry Hot coals Slag reveries in love with you My hoary fire, in love with you Stay the fuck in my heart Hot coals tonight, Cimmerian Hot coals to die, Cimmerian Heavy the tongue of tinder ray Shot by the road, a slow decay Hot coals Heady, the musk of cinder love Ashes beneath her tender rug Hot coals Slag reveries in love with you My hoary fire, drip from the skies Stay the fuck in my heart Hot coals to die, Cimmerian Hot coals alive, Cimmerian Freedom of the dying man is God Freedom of the dying man is God --- Hot Coals - Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros