Burn Again

I lost a bit more
Won a little mess
Said good-bye to low
And hello to less
I jacked up the car
And shot at my guest
I rolled it twice
And hoped for the best
Chorus:
On this tree I’ll hang my skin
And my skeleton without a shadow
Will glow by the fire
The angel hangs over
The bedstand
With a wide wingspan
He’s a guest or a ghost
Of a tall fireman
I guess I lit the curtains again
Repeat Chorus
I’m tearing the morning
Right out of the dawn
The night is broken