Emily Sue, Pt. 2

White pine, the moon is so high
I see where you're going when your eyes close
Wild-eyed, gravel and smoke
Return every question in the same tone
There's a state line out in those pines
Buried in frozen ground, we've chosen our sides
Now we can't turn it around

Chain Emily to the stake
Her family's worried, she's terribly late
A haze rolling across thе lake
If we go, who's to know, dead by morning if wе stay

In time the paper unfolds
Slipping it through another keyhole
The slim hope, a fireproof rope
The kerosine off of your sweet nose
It's a steak knife, fit on my thigh
Watching you flicker in real time
Calling unkind, now we can't turn it around

Fates, give a warm soul a break
Just give me a life, give you nothing but mine
And that's how it will stay
But hey I've never been so afraid
With this cold in my bones and a child engulfed in flames