Flore a Deux

The earth and twigs sink under boot The timber is sodden No sparks will bring the pile to flame Daylight has failed us That structure, the sheets upon our figures Won't keep the creep of cold out Our bodies will not be enough Forgive us We aren't stuck, stricken with sickness This is how we're supposed to be, trust me This pine and nails Can't belie our frailty Off of the rails, we are fine I've locked the doors, I Swallowed the keys, so you can see Believe me, please believe me Now that nothing means anything Forgive me