Album Cover Kerosene

Kerosene

Anson Seabra

8

Empty bottles on a dusty wooden floor

A remedy I've tried too many times

Echos in my mind of shouts and slamming doors

I've done better with goodbyes

Now the sun is heading back into it's grave

It's a cold october night

Taste the autumn air and try to find a way

To keep the dark out of my mind

Kerosene

Kerosene

She lit me up

She left me numb

I call her kerosene

Light a candle as I lay me down to sleep

Watch the room around me glow

Listen quietly to wind and rustling the leaves

In the silence I'm at home

In my dreams I see her sitting by the fire

Granite eyes reflect the flames

Humming softly til the embers start to tire

A faded memory I saved

Kerosene

Kerosene

She lit me up

She left me numb

I call her kerosene

Kerosene

Kerosene

She lit me up

She left me numb

I call her kerosene