To Glow from Night Phlox by Starlings

Waves crashing
Toppling the first skyscraper
You lift a finger
Just a finger

Though I wear
Your rival's name
On my jacket pocket
I knock on every splinter

At the time
I was back of line
For the silver shrine

Now I'm sitting prime
On a piece of dime
That we used to climb

Let all the bastards know
What we'll burn to glow

Packed like sailors
Swap sweat and skittles
I always won at playing dead

Back in time
I was back of line
For the backer's kind
Caught the record's shine

Now I'm shitting dimes
For a light of lime
And I'm

Losing my breath to show
What we'll burn to glow
Circle the melting snow
And all that we'll burn to glow

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