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