Walking Is Still Honest

The sky only burns this bright at night.
Its in no way welcoming, dosent give off the slightest bit of warmth.
Do you remember what its like to be warm?
I can almost remember but theres no reignition.
You know where to look, i can tell, i could tell.
Why dont you show me?
Its been eluding me for so long.
The sky used to burn this bright every night.
I knew a place the flames came so close we could almost reach out and touch.
Though even if we did touch,
we could never get burned.