William Fitzsimmons - Centralia Lyrics

I offer myself to you
Though I am a broken thing
The cardinal with severed wing

In morning to hide my face
Though I am a sunderer
Disguised in eternal grace

Heir to a crippled crown
My little elysium
God, how I let you down

Let me fall through the ground
Where you fell back to you
We burn like centralia
Lost in the ash below
Hoping to find a home

So follow me or run from me
Two cities with living beings
No fire to fear beneath

Let me fall through the ground
Where you fell back to you

Let me fall through the ground
Where you fell back to you

Let me fall