Sitting in the terminals everyday
Watching planes land and fly away
I bring home magazines you'll never read
These answers are recycled from the day before
I wrote you letters til my hands were sore
I wrote one to you the day you let me leave
Cause the fire came down
On the Dresden snow
It disappeared
In the oily smoke
At a loss for words
At a loss for hope
My tattooed hands
Read yes and no
Frantically writing what I want to say
As I ran out of room on my last blank page
An explanation of all the time it took
For a boy who came around your family's place
To lose every word that he knew to say
I was kissing your sister behind your father's books
And the fire came down
On the Dresden snow
And it disappeared
In the oily smoke
At a loss for words
At a loss for hope
My tattooed hands
Read yes and nothe fire came down
On the Dresden snow
It disappeared
In the oily smoke
At a loss for words
At a loss for hope
My tattooed hands
Read yes and no