The Hole We Are In (Disillusion)

A fire grew In the snow In the cold In the yard Will this be ever ever named in an appendix? Took some time to figure out To figure out what it would mean That maybe I was blinded by a sheen Smelled like me Smelled like you Smelled like the things that we've been into To dare a leap Off to sweep To get rid a square of disbelief To have tried To have lied To have slipped and get back on your feet We have it all Down in your hole Dancing with the shadows of the dead Flames go high out of sight Beyond contrite, take a bite And I am wrapped in a peculiar scent of cumin Took some time to figure out To figure out what it would mean Smells like me Smells like you Smells like the things that we've been into Dare a leap Off to sweep We are dancing with the shadows of the dead A fire grew In the snow In the cold In the yard Will this be ever named in your appendix? Took some time to figure out To figure out what it would mean That maybe I was blinded by a sheen The hole you're in A whole year in and I keep receiving invitations Dare a leap Off to sweep We are dancing with the shadows