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

Had to remember to stop

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