| [00:15] |
Dry brush waits for a spark |
| [00:22] |
To be transformed |
| [00:30] |
Flames bright and true that would burn all night through |
| [00:38] |
To be reborn |
| [00:45] |
Is all that it wants |
| [00:49] |
But as days stretch, the thought starts to haunt |
| [00:55] |
That no spark will fly |
| [01:10] |
Were you left here for dust, rust, and wind |
| [01:25] |
Not knowing just what kind of trouble you're in? |
| [01:40] |
While something still stirs and yearns |
| [01:51] |
You can still feel the burn |
| [02:01] |
You've lost how days brought you here |
| [02:08] |
To stand stranded again |
| [02:16] |
Speaking in tongues |
| [02:20] |
With no breath in your lungs |
| [02:23] |
And calling out |
| [02:31] |
But the names all get caught |
| [02:35] |
Just as you once knew but now forgot what you've been looking for |
| [02:55] |
Was it to or from someone |
| [03:11] |
That all this time you've been on the run? |
| [03:26] |
Or once again, has your memory been wrong |
| [03:36] |
And you've been alone all |
