When that little flame
Is painting on your face
I cannot help
But go to another place
Where I keep your wolves at bay
And heal every single wound
From where they sank their fangs
And you won’t want to stray
Where the grace of your voice
Evaporates my pain
Like the morning rays
On the puddles that remain
From my darkest night of rain
Darkest night of rain
When that little flame
Is painting on your face
I cannot help
But go to a better place
Where time means as much
As an unwritten page
And all we can do is strain
To remember the things
We created from our pain
Created from our pain
But reality awaits
And never hesitates
To remind me of my place
And the scars of my age
And our love it goes to waste
Like wine down a drain
But I would love to stay
I would love to stay
‘Cause when that little flame is dancing on your face
It cuts right through my chains and I make my escape
credits
from The Send Offs,
track released December 1, 2012
Drums: Matt Murphy
Bass: Adam Obando
Guitar/Vocals: Ben Thurmond