Nightingale December Song

So let me hammer this point home:
I see us all as lonely fires that have burned alive as long as we remember. 
But like all fireworks and all sunsets, 
we all burn in different ways: 
You are a fast explosion, 
and I am the embers.
And though your flames are quick and mean, they will not last the year, 
but expire like a sudden falling star, 
that only nightingales had seen, 
before migrating to southern jungles. 
And in this way you [bad word] find me in December.

He said he'd like to move to Nashville 
to master the guitar, 
where he would live a single day 
the way I live a single year. 
He covered his body in mud, 
went hunting for the sun, 
and then went swimming in a lake of holy water. 

You are too hot for me. 
I am too slow for you. 
You are a fast explosion and 
I am the embers. 
You need the one who slowly burns, 
and burns to stay alive. 
In this way you [bad word] find me in December

So let me hammer this point home: 
I see us all as lonely fires 
that have burned alive as long as we remember. 
But like all sacrificial virgins, 
we all burn in different ways: 
You are a fast explosion, 
and I am the embers. 
And though your flames are quick and mean, they will not last the year, 
but expire like a sudden shooting star, 
that only nightingales had seen, 
before transforming into bluebirds. 
And in this way you [bad word] find me in December.