Try to cry There ain't nothing left of your tears But salt and memories Just salt and anger Until sunrise We'll keep our teeth tight against our lips Bury sadness in our flesh Deeper than our deepest wounds We'll feel like feathers at the edge of a wildfire We'll feel like feathers at the edge of a wildfire Oh no Don't talk She'd rush at our throats Oh She knows She knows the shapes of our souls Oh no Don't talk She'd rush at our throats Oh She knows She knows the shapes of our souls We'll feel like feathers at the edge of a wildfire We'll feel like feathers at the edge of a wildfire Oh no Don't talk She'd rush at our throats Oh She knows She knows the shapes of our souls Oh no Don't talk She'd rush at our throats Oh She knows She knows the shapes of our souls