We Show Up On Radar The Little Things I've Lost
It came, it floated by, into my hands it fell
A page, of someones book, it was the last as well
I read to the end
I found the last word was gone
So i took, the burning page, and lit small fires around me
They grew, in shapes of hearts, i used the flames to hide out
And i used the ash to re-grow the things i've lost
Well i've been thinking lately
That i demand a replay
I caught you out this time
The fire you lit was mine
The title of the book was
How to use your friends to
Start a heart of fires
The last word on the page was yours
