Here's to mud in your eye,
here's to you and the rest of your life.

I see the outline and you're unlined,
I feel the shake of uneven table legs
and I can't sit back and help you celebrate.

The world is braiding
and time is bending,
so I could go tonight and try and keep you both from burning.

I bring you bad news from another place,
even if it means that I am made to be erased.
I love you more than both of you could say
and I can't bear to see you turn another day in the fire.

In the fire,
we are folding in the fire,
and it's nicer than it was with the pictures warming up and getting lost,
as the silver takes the sun.

And you will make a stumbling father, crumbling mother with
two little wrecking balls to help you level out each other.
And you'll pull over and go to sleep,
she'll make you beg hard for every little piece.
And they'll grow up fast and watch you both repeat,
and never find the loving that you need in the fire.
In the fire,
we are folding in the fire,
run in opposite directions maybe then you'll meet up on the other side.
As the silver takes the sun,
and it washes out the fear in everyone.

You were too fucked up to see what you would become,
if you jump into the fire...