Burnt Silk

from World Tour: Part 2 by assorted artists

Rosie Drown

Awake 
Not quite over it yet
Feel my crushing debt
How am I alive

Home
Where is my home
And where is my phone
I need to tell them I’m alright

And why
Do my hands smell of smoke
And my bat make of fire
What is this desire

And oh
I’m just a kid
In over his head
Far away from my bed  


What 
Is this new blood inside
Who am I sitting beside
Is this some sort of joke

I hope
Hope that I find
Some way to subside
All the debt inside

And oh
I’m just a kid
In over his head
Far away from my bed  

And why 
Why did I not die
Who brought me back to this side
To bring crimson tides