On the cusp of desolatee

A look of terror in our eyes

The moonlight licked the face of danger

Innocence made us like soldiers

Untouchable and golden

A quilt of darkness darted with our teardrops

I know you're sad i'm leaving

So this may hurt a little

But girl look from your window late tonight

You think my heart is frozen

While yours is slowly grieving

You see the boy you love start burning in the sky

You are a dozen to the project

With a galaxy of questions

And all we heard was lies about the truth

No choice but be obedient

Like prisoners of war

Caught on the wrong side of morality and youth

We thought about our loved ones

Tallying fifty on our foreheads

With the pen your mother gave me in the spring

The sun beat at the windows

Within an hour James had cried

Let the shipment die still clinging to the wind

Start burning in the sky

Start burning in the sky

Start burning in the sky

Start burning in the sky