The story
Flames make room for what daylight won’t hold.
Under a ring of firelight, someone stands with a paper cup, a cracked grin, and too much truth. A pickup idles nearby while old names and small-town lies crack apart, each confession rising with the smoke until what’s left is a silence too close to call regret.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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