Currents — 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

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 its gotta end then let it end in flames Let it burn, let it burn If its gotta end let it burn If its gotta end let it burn It ends where it began, so hot with love, it burns our hands