I've seen every firefighter burn deep inside her
Do you need a grey sky writer, my skin deep diver?
When you finally come up for air
I'll be soaking my boots right there
But I just can't imagine you in that fashion
Until we find a reason for this star treason
Someday momma, lonely comma
I don't want to fight this fire
Sole survivor, skin deep diver
I just want to burn it higher
But I can see you going blinder
Somehow as the night goes whiter
I've seen every death defier cower at her mire
Do you need a grey sky writer for your skin deep fire?
When you finally come up for me
I'll be counting sand patiently