Put your hands into the fire- put your hands upon my face – leave them there your warmth to hold – to know is to love. Put your hand inside my own – watch the sound, watch it flow – the fields will change just like the waves – the rise and fall of tempest days. Are we afraid – or are we alive – are we afraid – afraid to find, the flame touches all. The sun and his friends are filling this home – a nest in decay but we call it our own – they’re twisting and turning all corners to find – salve on the wounds of neglect and of time.
All these broken bells – their words cheap – preaching from the corners of our minds streets – any lie is better than truth we’re told – we wanna live like rivers run – flowing towards the sun. I can see the shadows giving up – soundwaves, the rising of – don’t believe that it is not enough – the city shakes – and shatters like the words we break. Dust to dust, we rise and found again – we don’t know why, we don’t know why – build it up tear it down – this glass house – we don’t why – we can feel our time. I can see the light that leads you here – soundwaves, rising fear – don’t believe that it is not enough – the city wakes – well hold the fire, its ours to take.