Down a spiraled stairway
Like a blackened memory
The wrap of the old wound
Like a figure was drawn
Keeping your ghost from the garden
But is it red rot or deadened skin?
Spiraling further in
Spiraling further in
Burn a candle to my skin
Turn the handle, let me in
I can not be your guardian anymore
Burn a candle to my skin
Turn the handle, let me in
I can not be your medicine anymore, anymore
I am the moment in time
When your eyes start to wander
And your head starts to spin
In the simplest task
Decided what you would wear
Found your faults in a straight line
Have to remember the stall
Wringing out the same cloth
Burn a candle to my skin
Turn the handle, let me in
I can not be your guardian anymore
Burn a candle to my skin
Turn the handle, let me in
I can not be your medicine anymore, anymore
Burn a candle to my skin
Turn the handle, let me in
I can not be your guardian anymore
Burn a candle to my skin
Turn the handle, let me in
I can not be your medicine anymore, anymore