Let's burn bridges,
and stare into each others' faces,
illumined by flames,
censoring uncertainties
for our futures in the shadows
that move about us and pull at our skin.
Standing still, cold silhouettes.
Dressed to kill. Smoke from starting guns
has long thinned out,
yet we haven't begun to run:
watch it all unfold in slow motion.
These envelopes, what they hold,
how long to keep it from the world?
Remember,
we're just cold silhouettes
until the morning comes.
Remember,
we're only ourselves
until the sun touches us.
Remember,
no one will remember.
So, let's burn bridges,
and stare into each others' faces,
illumined with fame.
Censoring nothing,
dancing in the shadows;
eyes fixed on flames, reflecting flames.
Standing still, cold silhouettes.
Dressed to kill. Shot from starting gun
has long gone off,
while still listening for the crowd.
All my on a small scale famous friends,
know that everything you have been
is a godsend.
Remember,
we're just cold silhouettes
until tomorrow's dawn.
Remember,
we can be ourselves
until the sun touches us.
Remember,
no one will ever remember.
