Go fire your cannonball, go and fire away
When the ashes fall we'll start a brand-new day
I love it when we talk like this
Red velvet in our eyes
It's the only time we seem to understand
For seventeen years and seventeen days
The dawn breaks, and the morning birds sing
All the flowers by her head turn and face the sun
Gilded by the dew, just glistening
Across these icy plains of what it means to lose
Is the world on fire or at home in the sun
I love it when we talk like this
Behold that mother star
Her hearth, the beating heart of me
Her face a pleasant one
For seventeen years and seventeen days
The dawn breaks, and the morning birds sing
All the flowers by her head turn and face the sun
Gilded by the dew, just glistening
