The night we lost it all

I held the words inside my throat

You said forgive me

But I never learned to let it go

Now every street we walked

Is burning like a memory

I want to call it love

But love was never meant to leave these scars on me

Forgive me for the ghost I made of you

Forgive me for the ghost I made of you

Forgiveness, come down like the Reykjavík snow,

White on the rust of my name;

I wore your sorrow in rings round my eyes,

Now I return every drop as flame.

Lift the old chains from the harbor floor,

Let iron remember the wave;

If I walk the lava field quiet enough,

Maybe the stone will forgive.

Meet me where steam meets the northern lights,

Bring the cracked heart you couldn’t save;

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