Firepit from Wiss by Half

Walk on me with all your weight
Just once so can concentrate

Your breath is still, your grip is sure
We tossed around some plans
Plans for the future


If one can’t control oneself
One finds one day there’s no more left
And when this heart gets full of blood
Don’t look this way
This beach has long been abandoned


Wasn’t balanced on the wave
Took it down all the way
Was a lot to demand
To get a fist in the sand

Track and field as days get short
And on these nights beside the fort
We stand around
You look so good
I feel the fire beneath my hood


When I got dressed, I thought of you
I thought how smoke would travel through
The threads and leave them with its stink
The trees that watch
The sky that tries to contain us

Wasn’t balanced on the wave
Took it down all the way
Was a lot to demand
To get a fist in the sand

I want to touch your rainbow knife again
And I want to touch your rainbow knife again

Voices in the breeze
Only seeing by the night stars
Trippin through the trees
You have come this far

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