作词 : Pollard
It's crippling, never really knowing
We're huddling, where it's always nice
And plus there is a flame
A flame that should be hot
In spite of being small, and being still
Following wherever you will
Look at them, they're sensitive
And they inch out, look at them
And plus there is a flame
A flame that should be hot
In spite of being small, and being still
Following wherever you will