When I saw the flame I knew it couldn’t be the same And then I tried a lot of things, like the part where Heather sings But every time I’d listen back it always seemed there was a lack Of a thing that could tie it all together
And at first there was a singing shortly after the beginning But then we took it out and put the focus on the shout And when it all was finished my flame it felt diminished So I copied Andy Kaufman who I’d recently been viewing And I wrote a lot of words with the intention of a spewing
In the end I’m probably just a bucket full of water Or a giant storm of rain to smother all the pain A relentless downpour that makes you wanna shut the door
My water is an invitation or a simple navigation If you join the burning mess it’s almost like a test To see if you can wait until the flame begins to dissipate It all goes by so fast it doesn’t ever seem to last
And so you know It wasn’t long before I (Peter) went looking for an evasion Go ahead and cover me (him) up
Forget about the old story and write a new one Either remove the pages or let them stay If you tear them out make sure to build a fire Otherwise dust eats your words when you’re not looking The flame might hurt our eyes but at least we get to see it!