FILK: Things We Lost to the Past

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MEDIA: Filk (text)
ORIGINAL SONG: Things We Lost in the Fire, by Bastille. (listen and lyrics)
SUMMARY: The Petrovich twins have lost a lot. But they won't let that break them. "We are the dark and we are the flame, we are the good things we hold close."

CONTENT NOTES/WARNINGS: Implications of child abuse and incest, though nothing's really laid out clearly.

LISTEN: This will happen... eventually.

Things we lost to the past
Things we'll never see again
All normal kids have
Slipped through our hands, lies turned into ash

These are the things, the things we lost
The things we had to let go of, never had
These are the things, the things we lost
The dreams we had to let go of, never had

We sat down and made a list
Of all the things that we wanted
A home to call our own and keep
Laughs and cats and safety
We say them all each day
Reminder of the reason to stay
If we run, then we both know
What we're giving up is all of those

These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost to the pain, the light, the past
These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost to the pain, the light, the past

We are the dark and we are the flame
We are the good things we hold close
We touch, we kiss, we laugh
We are all that we've ever had

We know we were born with nothing
And we sure as hell have nothing now
We know we were born with nothing
And we sure as hell have nothing now
(But)

These are the things, the things we want
The things we want from the future that we're making
These are the things, the things we want
The things we want and we'll have them, maybe, one day

Do you understand that we will never be the same again?
We both can relax, cause things will never be the same again
The future's in our hands, we will never hurt the same again
They will understand that we will never hurt the same again

These are the things, the things we are
The bond we forged in the past, the pain, the fire
These are the things, the things we are
The strength we found in the past, the pain, the fire
These are the things we gained from the past, the pain, the fire

Flames they lick our hands
Tenderly, in dark, we touch
You know I am yours