The Body - Burning Love

Digging deep down in the vaults

Grabbing on to anything that holds

Any nerve thats still alive down there

Reach your hand into the hole, come up with broken bits of

The proof you’re looking for, that you were ever anywhere at all

Your '79s.

The innocence of simpler times

You can’t have them back

But could you build this room from scratch if you tried?

Close your eyes, cross over to the other side

Can you bring him back to life?

Recreate Initial State?

I remember everything, and I want the fixtures back

If I can shut out everything I know

I’d trade it all — to conjure one morning of life

When all was happy oblivion and nothing was your problem yet

You know you can’t have it all

But down in the hole, you can lose yourself in shadow worlds

What you resist persists, what you look at disappears

Then what is this you’re fighting?

There’s only smoke and mirrors here

You’re all alone in a long dead broken home

Staring down the boy lost in a midnight move so many lives ago

In a living room encased in formaldehyde

The body floats, stares right back into your eyes

And he says «Sir can’t you take me with you?

I’ve been here all these years

There’s nothing tactile in this room.»

He says «Sir please take me with you

I am your missing proof

We’ll take the other side

And bomb it all back to the womb.»

Close your eyes.

Crawl inside

All your spells can’t bring him back to life