Dashboard Confessional

The air is visible around you, rising up and off your lips in slow currents
And i watch as your face is framed in its slow currents
Drifting curls a trailing path
A long drag becomes a dress of blue and ash
If it is born in flames then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
And if its gotta end then let it end in flames
Let it burn all the way down
If it is born in flames then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
And if its gotta end then let it end in flames
Let it burn all the way down, all the way down