Embers Lyrics

The hands are shovels, that dig holes arms-deep. That dig holes arms-deep, the rocks in the place underneath. Embers poke out the eyes, a first crackle speaks. Keep building the flame, keep building the flame 'till it swallows men whole, 'till it swallows the whole. Don't let it die 'till it swallows us whole, I saved this fire for you an I...