Sapphire and Ember

Prowling the curb where the shadows stretch long A velvet-pawed rebel with a stride so strong One eye is ice, a crystalline blue The other is blood, burning right through He strolls to the edge of a house in a blaze Staring straight into the kerosene haze The rafters are cracking, the sirens collide But he’s got the heat and the winter inside Oh, mismatched eyes in the soot and the spark A two-tone phantom cutting through the dark Are you the match or the rain falling down? Walking the ruins of a ghost-ridden town Leaving the ashes, he drifts down the street To the concrete yard where the schoolkids meet He sits by the fence as the playground grows loud A silent spectator apart from the crowd A girl in a cardigan kneels on the stone Sees the twin colors and the dust on his bone She whispers so softly, her hand reaching out: "Are you lost, little cat?" in a world full of doubt He doesn't make a sound, he just stares right through The ash on his coat and the sky turning blue Is he a warning, or is he just a ghost? The ones who are quiet are the ones who burn the most Oh, mismatched eyes in the soot and the spark A two-tone phantom cutting through the dark Are you the match or the rain falling down? Walking the ruins of a ghost-ridden town Are you lost, little cat? In the ash and the cold... Are you lost? Or are we?