The Lightness

So what if the world is on fire We will know nothing of it We'll be crawling like cockroaches Through the liquor and nicotine kisses I am the back of your hand, you are nothing Read me your tarot cards Greet me with ambulances And flowers Hold onto what's comfortably mine My head's always reeling with guilt Think, maybe I could leave it all And rid the clean world of our filth But I am the lightness, so I will not go I am the lightness And I do like the sound of your voice and the tone of your vowels Tell me what happens next if we live in denial Our love was a trick of the light, and like pressing flowers It's easy to romanticize I saw you, I saw light, I saw heaven I saw you, I saw light, I saw heaven So what if the world is on fire We will know nothing of it I am the back of your hand, you are nothing You are nothing