Currents Dashboard Confessional

[Verse]
The air is visible around you, rising up and off your lips
In slow currents, and I watch as your face is framed in its
Slow currents, drifting curls, a trailing path
A long drag becomes a tress of blue and ash

[Chorus]
If it is born in flames, then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
And if it’s got to end, then let it end in flames
Let it burn all the way down

[Verse]
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
In a halo of ember

[Chorus]
If it is born in flames, then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
And if it’s got to end, then let it end in flames
Let it burn all the way down

[Bridge]
All the way down