I sit in the car and the lyrics
Flow through the phone to my head to the heart
“Im just outside before the burning house”
And i sit and think
Has anyone ever compared themselves to a burning house
It’s only philosophy, I’m sure
But when i look in the mirror, when i have the courage to do so
All i see is fire
Burning through the little conscience i had
Has anyone ever compared themselves to a burning house
The exterior burns and burns and burns
And everyone keeps running away from it
Spectators may call it a catastrophe
But how do i explain
Inside this burning house
There’s no fire
If you’ll go to the basement
You’ll find no fire
Just an ice cold room
An ice cold house
and a thought freezing to death
Inside there’s no warmth
No red embers to see
Only the mist of winters
White covers this burning house
There’s no warmth, there’s no red
Maybe that’s why canvases are filled with shades of red, orange, yellow
So much yellow
Deep down you’ll find a lone thought
Frozen in the depths of the house
Unable to move, unable to escape the fire
Ice surrounds everything and orange is out of question
They stand outside or run away
how does a frozen thought
Convey inside it’s winter and it’s white
Convey that the interior is cold and uncontrollable
That the interior of the burning house
Is frozen over.
how do i tell them i don’t know how to put this out
i don’t even know how it began
but for as long as i’ve known, there has only been fire
always fire
yet the inside remains cold
there is no middle ground, there never has been
you either freeze to death
or burn to dust
A burning house
A frozen dream
Your insides are cold
While your skin sings, burns cover every inch of you
How do you escape this dilemma
How do you tell them
your truth
|| Divya Gupta
Whirlwinds 