SYNDAMY - Still Burning

Before You, I Was Half a Sentence
Words Without a Page
A Window Facing Somewhere Empty, Turning With the Age
You Stepped Into What I Saw as Light
Like You Always Had the Key
Now Every Ordinary Morning
Looks Like Something I Should Keep
I Don’t Know How to Explain It
To Anyone Outside This Room
Just That Everything Before You
Feels Like Someone Else’s Room
Still Burning Like a Fever Dream
But I
Still Burn in Between
You’re the Only Thing That’s Good
Every Version of Me
Leads Back to You
Still Burning
I’m Still Yours
Oh
Still Burning