Kerosene - Anson Seabra

Empty bottles on a dusty wooden floor

A remedy I’ve tried too many times

Echoes in my mind of shouts and slamming doors

I’ve done better with goodbyes

Now the sun is heading back into its grave

It’s a cold october night

Taste the autumn air and hope to find a way

To keep the dark out of my mind

Kerosene, kerosene

She lit me up

She left me numb

I call her kerosene

Kerosene, kerosene

She lit me up

She left me numb

I call her kerosene

Light a candle as I lay me down to sleep

Watch the room around me glow

Listen quietly to wind and rustling leaves

In the silence I’m at home

In my dreams I see her standing by the fire

Granite eyes reflect the flames

Humming softly 'til the embers start to tire

A faded memory that I saved

Kerosene, kerosene

She lit me up

She left me numb

I call her kerosene

Kerosene, kerosene

She lit me up

She left me numb

I call her kerosene

Mmm, mmm

Mmm, mmm

Kerosene, kerosene

She lit me up

She left me numb

I call her kerosene

Kerosene, kerosene

She lit me up

She left me numb

I call her kerosene