ashes of abzu

(One, two, three, four) Playing On the spine of the mountain Corpses Of trees charred by fire Bones Our ruins are our homes Tiny flowers Bloom beneath the wreck If you ask me to change, I will I will I will, I will Dancing In the bloodred light or arson The homes we've known Razed to their foundation Reckless You see the danger in my eyes Jaded; cut up by the cold night If you ask me to stay, I will I will, I will, I will And out of the ashes of Abzu I will build a little house I will I will I will I will I will I will