The Fire

There is a flame

A flame inside my body

It burns my belly and it sear my flesh

And when it crackled up into my mouth it crept

And you were the closest at the time

The first to step into the firing line

What kind of peace?

What peace it'll keeping

If peace is the expression that you've had for years?

The tangling of conscious and the salty tears

And I would rather see my fires burn

Then sit with solem face wait my turn

And I don't ask for your forgiveness

And all my reckless youth

But you would ask for explanation

But will not want the truth

We build a box

A box with hinges howling

I know you think that I should put my fear to bed

Or lock in the box until it's cold and dead

But you presume to know what I should do

I will not be stifled just for you

Oh, and I don't ask for your forgiveness

And all my reckless youth

But you would ask for explanation

But will not want the truth

But will not want the truth

Time, time, time will make a fool of you

Time, time, time will make a fool of you

Time, time, time will make a fool of you

Time, time, time will make a fool of you

Time, time, time will make a fool of you

Time, time, time will make a fool of you

Time, time, time will make a fool of you

Time, time, time will make a fool of you