Dashboard Confessional - Currents

I really like the songs that come up on Random on my winamp.

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 tress of blue and ash.

If it is born in flames, then we should let it burn—burn as brightly as we can.
And if it’s got to end, then let it end in flames—let it burn all the way down.

The air is visceral around us, turning in its simple steps on slow currents,
and I watch as it pirouettes and spins in slow motion.
A long drag becomes a slow dance in a halo of ember.

If it is born in flames then we should let it burn—burn as brightly as we can.
And if it’s got to end, then let it end in flames—let it burn all the way down.
All the way down.

And if this is ever meant to end, then I hope it ends where it began—so hot with love, we burned our hands.
If this is ever meant to end…
then I hope it ends where it began—so hot with love, it burns our hands.

If it is born in flames then we should let it burn, burn as brightly as we can.
If it’s got to end, then let it end in flames. Let it burn.

Let it burn…if it’s got to end.
Let it burn…if it’s got to end.
Let it burn…ends where it begins,
so hot with love, it burns our hands.