[00:00.000] 作词 : SCARECROW[00:00.949] 作曲 : SCARECROW[00:01.898]Fire Is Dead[00:07.447]Throat is tight.[00:09.712]Biting my tongue till I taste the rust.[00:17.461]Staring at the empty nail on the yellow wall.[00:23.181]The heavy brown coat is gone,[00:26.696]just a shadow in the dust.[00:28.664]Swallowing the bitter water down,[00:31.228]looking at the silent town.[00:34.509]Striking the wooden match,[00:37.200]watching the yellow paper burn to black.[00:39.849]Striking the wooden match,[00:42.343]watching the yellow paper burn to black.[00:44.529]No turning back.[00:45.979]No turning back.[00:49.709]The heavy door shuts like thunder in my head.[00:54.795]Choking on the bitter words that I never said.[00:58.910]Sweeping up the cold grey ash from the iron pan,[01:02.118]trying to hold the running water in a shaking hand.[01:05.086]The fire is dead.[01:07.586]The fire is dead.[01:20.478]Footsteps fading down the wooden stair,[01:23.243]grasping at the empty winter air.[01:25.743]A pocket full of salt,[01:27.180]a mouthful of sand.[01:28.519]Drawing a map for a forgotten land.[01:31.280]Iron nail tearing at my skin,[01:36.133]losing the game before I begin.[01:42.351]Striking the wooden match,[01:45.061]watching the yellow paper burn to black.[01:48.038]Striking the wooden match,[01:50.320]watching the yellow paper burn to black.[01:52.523]No turning back.[01:53.999]No turning back.[01:57.759]The heavy door shuts like thunder in my head.[02:03.196]Choking on the bitter words that I never said.[02:07.284]Sweeping up the cold grey ash from the iron pan,[02:10.258]trying to hold the running water in a shaking hand.[02:12.997]The fire is dead.[02:15.724]The fire is dead.[02:19.294]Ash on the floor,[02:21.990]lock on the door.[02:24.195]Tongue tied tight,[02:27.469]end of the light.[02:29.434]The fire is dead.[02:34.367]Never said.[02:37.359]Never said.