My old friend 
Need only speak your name 
To summon a smile 
I knew you when we had so much more in common 
It's been a while 
Winter was cold the autumn was dire 
Love has no meaning 
Without desire 
If we're gonna make it 
We've got to set ourselves on fire

Something to believe in 
To only be inspired 
To torch it all to cinders to only build a fire


My old friend 
We used to sharpen our blades on each other 
For the fight we used to plead 
With the f lame to ever only 
Stay alight 
Our backs are breaking 
Beneath the weight 
Some albatrosses 
Some Aces and Eights 
Our hearts are freezing beneath
Their tempered iron plates.