As we put out the fires
All that’s left is ash,
And as we wash away
The old memories,
We’re left with minds
That have been mashed,
By the torment and the chaos
Of all that we’ve been through,
Trying to establish what’s lies
And exactly what is true,
But it’s not an easy thing to do
When everything has been burnt down,
And all we’re left with is the ashes
Of a love that was rooted in truth,
But it appears it was just illusion.