Hands on the Flame
Verse 1 Standing on the curb with the sideways looks
Counting up the bodies like open books. One hand gripping knuckles stained with ink
The other holding rings
a metal link. They say that love is meant for one on one
That anything wider comes undone. But every night their rules begin to crack
While we find new ways to answer back.
Verse 2 They teach the single ring and altar scene
Marking anything else as unclean. Ignoring lonely couples in the dark
Grinding down their teeth and missing every mark. We met in basements
sticky booth and wood
Understanding things they never understood. Jealousy sat down to take a seat
We stared it down until it missed a beat.
Pre-Chorus They shout that we are greedy for the gold
Taking more than any heart can hold. Truth is we just stopped the starving pain
Refusing to go hungry in the rain.
Chorus Many hands upon the burning flame
No one flinching at the heat or shame. We share the mess
we trip and own the fall
Coming back together through it all. If love scares them narrow
let them keep the cage
We are writing fury on a different page. Two shadows at the side
three voices in the sound
Standing solid on the shaking ground.
Verse 3 He comes home wired, electric from the night
Laughing louder in the kitchen light. I watch her listen to the stories told
Sharing blankets when the air is cold. Breathing through the tightening of the chest
Fear of being thrown
put to the test. Then we land back centrally
on the couch worn down
Hammering the truth until we own the town.
Pre-Chorus Honesty is sweat upon the lip
Shaking hands and losing on the grip. Choosing it instead of pretty lies
Holding up the lantern to the skies.
Chorus Many hands upon the burning flame
No one flinching at the heat or shame. We share the mess
we trip and own the fall
Coming back together through it all. If love scares them narrow
let them keep the cage
We are writing fury on a different page. Two shadows at the side
three voices in the sound
Standing solid on the shaking ground.
Bridge One day the body fails and hits the end
Back is sore from every single bend. I want the laugh lines doubled on the face
Not a brittle story in the place. Not a warning used in church or school
Just graffiti breaking every rule. Proof that love can run in crooked wire
Feeding every part of this desire.
Outro Streetlights glare, we cross the line
Three hands linked and doing fine. We answer with a kiss passed down the row
One to one to one
and letting go. Shouting who we are above the drone
Never walking on the street alone.