The words come wide to make believe then to slowly sink in speaking seas I'm shaping my mind in cubic ways i thought it would be simple just like past days
Brushfire will show desire that could turn into your last hope Brushfire will greet the liar who is willing to turn on your home
Spin me...spin me around your wing tell me that i've been good enough to sin good enough to sin
The signs are all in coins and bones to tempt the blackbird...dressed in stolen shiny stones now the corner of you is all I see
Brushfire will show desire that could turn into your last hope Brushfire will greet the liar who is willing to turn on your home