Start in the rain Open the gates Grandstand awaits I am a flame Too quick to light but Not burning right or Providing light Coldest of white And the audience is loud now, but there's no sound Words well up in my mouth now, but there's no sound And the air supply is low now, so i go out, i just blow out
Start in the more than hyperbolic short-hand Get me to those warm and incandescent days Body gets cold so body gets told to Flatten all the folds in the time it threw to waste And become a fire, or just a wire Providing heat and power to incandescent days
Did the songbird ever answer if a call wasn't tried? Or did it spread wings wide and take flight If no wind was provided? Create colors from our habits What we all want And let them paint you like a canvas What we all want To get lost in the romantic What we all want What we all want
