Your hands point absent finger
Your mouth's the fire's flame
We stand on solid ground or maybe we're falling
Into a pattern endless,
Endless of us knowing
We stand on solid ground or maybe we're falling
DOWN
Our eyes speak volumes worthy
Of what words can't spare
Our flame is flickering or maybe we don't care
About how bright our way is
As long as we know where,
Our flame is flickering Maybe we don't
CARE
I wish you would I wish that you could just
Bring back the part of me That always used to be
ME