Back to the Flame

We carved our names in the obsidian sky. Tried to fly

too smooth, ended up too high. Refine the edge till the truth

was gone. But damn, we still sang the same old song.

Circles spun like a bottle in the tide. Every drift still pulled me to

your side. You laughed and the storm just stepped aside.

You said, "Told you, ladies, ride or die." So we're back,

back to the flame. Same rhythm, same vow, same name.

You loved me first, you always knew. Now I remember what's real,