The tops of trees are on fire,
and tonight these torches give us light,
that we might have some direction in our lives
But I can't see much of anything, right now
No I can't see
I watched you come home from the mountains
We all just thought it was a bad dream,
but in reality we knew the honest to God truth
Now all we ask, is a little sympathy from the clouds
A little sympathy, from the clouds
Now isn't it fate we're chasing after?
Or is she chasing after us?
Or has she come to kiss us our death depart?
We finally have a full understanding,
but I wish it wasn't on these terms
Friend to friend
I'd do anything to make it end
I'd do anything to make it end
To make it end
To make it end