All my colors won't stop burning
  
   This one for the days
   orphans for the bright ones
   this one for the plan
   hides them all in bright stones
   this one for the scream
   waking from the nightmare
   this one for the hands
  
   won't stop burning
  
   all my colors won't stop burning
   this one for the wind holding
   the night in my ear
   this one
   this one for the trees
   stroke the throat with fingers
  
   won't stop burning
  
   this one for the hide
   a wishbone gone for feathers
   this one for the line
   between veins and white bones
  
   won't stop burning