Dan Kazenel - Where Flames the Sky Lyrics

Red lights twinkling,
Slowly breaking bubbles made from safety and from youth.

And touch my shoulder,
For as this is over, in the end, all that we have is 'you'

Turn round,
Smile at the sun crowd
Soon what will be loud is silent still; expanding out in circles.

Stand now,
Turn back to me now,
Turn on a record, close our hands together, and rest your head on mine.

And let us waltz, count, "one, two three"
The leafs are melting off the trees
And all that's left is "you."
Soon this be gone, so hush; backwards, side, together
Matching steps into forever

Will it testify when fireworks for us extend from silos out in Kansas?
And there is you and I
Watching the years go by
Where flames the sky

No more wasting on wishing, wanting, waiting
When push came to shove, a house didn't build the home.

That pitchfork painting, the one in Elden, framing what in the end, when broken down, is "you"

The captain, the doctor, the tool man, the gardener
With wings, all found peace in the worship of a slowly dying circle

As Icarus flies find some peace in "your" eyes.
Turn on a record, close our hands together, and rest your head on mine

And let us waltz, count, "one, two three"
The leafs are melting off the trees
And all that's left is "you."
Soon this be gone, so hush; backwards, side, together
Matching steps into forever

Will it testify when fireworks for us extend from silos out in Kansas?
And there is you and I

As silhouettes of pirouettes held captive on a screen.
No movement left, but in its place a still intimacy.
As the loner's cast in carbonite the only thoughts left were,
"I love you" and "I know"

So let the angels fall from Heaven, and let hell ascend to Earth.
Where they meet we'll rest together so content, if slightly burnt.
Past the tumult and the strife our hearts will move, endless, along; but that's cliche anyhow.

So let us breathe, yes let's just breathe in the air.
And let us wash, yes let us wash out the soot from our hair.
Past the sunset I'll be there.
Until then, Pompeii don't have nothing on us.

Fireworks for us extend from silos out in Kansas.
And there is you and I
Watching the years go by

As we waltz.
The leafs are melting off the trees and all that's left is you.
Soon this be gone, so hush; backwards, side, together
Matching steps into forever

Will it testify?
Will it testify?
Will it testify where flames the sky?