Ashes and smoke
Burn out your backyard
Soft, melting and soft
Give up that photograph
Wine-stained shirts
Covered up with dirt
Tilt back your head
Give up that photograph
Ashes and smoke
You've lost that backyard
Hot and pure
Burning in flames
Burning fire
Give up that photograph
Peaceful and quiet
You've longed for that backyard
Hold up your hopes
Ashes and smoke
Black out your way
Lost and betrayed
Holding that photograph
Flames, blue flames
Burst out the dream
Head up high
Tender, but cold
Not like your backyard
But you still hope
Ashes and smoke
It's too late to rain
Burning your hands
Tender, but cold
Holding that photograph
It's too late to rain
Soaking your hands
Give up that photograph
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