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.