Things we lost to the flame, things we'll never see again,
All that we've amassed, sits before us, shattered into ash.

We sat and made a list Of all the things that we have Down the backs of table tops Ticket stubs and your diaries

I read them all one day When loneliness came and you were away Oh they told me nothing new, But i love to read the words you used

I was the match and you were the rock, maybe we started this fire,
We sat apart and watched, all we had burned on the pyre.