Behind The House

At night I woke cryin' in the lane behind the house.
Coals were and steamin' by the time I figuered it out.
You didn't die in the fire.
'Was the flood that carried you from me.
And the embers of your house still glowin'
Make it hard to sleep. It's hard to breathe.
There's not much room to go more crazy.
A flamin' sword above my head for all of you to see.
Beware my girl, beware.
Beware my girl, beware
of these memories and what is real.
What is real?
I walk this world forever in a dream.
Or is this the land of the living?
Or is this your way to tell me
That I could've saved you.
I couldn't save you.