Why do you come knocking when you know this door is closed?
Why do you ask when there's no answer?
The sun will shine on all the paths that we both chose
Here's looking at you, my tightrope dancer
I'll spit some similes to tell you how I feel
But you know just well what it is like
We thought our subtleties would surely seal the deal
Like flint and tinder we did strike
Oh no, we didn't know how to fight a fire
Oh no, we didn't know how to fight a fire on the inside
There's hell to pay for all the thoughts you made me think
Heaven knows what comes of talk
This ship's been leaking, wouldn't mind to see it sink
I should have left you at the dock
Why do you keep dancing when my feet are standing still?
Why do you ask to hear my thoughts?
The moon is out now; I will swallow it like a pill
'Til this night blossom wilts and rots
Oh no, we didn't know how to fight a fire
Oh no, we didn't know how to fight a fire on the inside
Really puts the "hammer" in hammered dulcimer. Meditative, droning, misanthropic black metal with an unusual instrument at the center of it all. The Camellias