courage and I've got the same fear, So gather round now and watch me disappear. Been a smokey, been on fire, I'm on terms with immolation, Don't try to pull me
I should ask Who are you, why do you come for me? Who are you, why do you come for me? Who are you, why do you come for me? O nobody wants a part
Lately the smoke from the burning bushes, Has the eye and the mouth tasting ashes, For the price we've the haze of Olympus, Ambling by the Children
your failure and fear. Every night the storm grew closer, Every day the fire drew near, When they'd meet upon this acre And I prayed it'd up and disappear
the plain, No more sorrow, no more pain, City of Rescue I don't know, Is that where all good people go? If that's where all good people go, Leave me
As the cold comes to claim up I take the air and know your pink aroma, And I should haunt your very vestibules and hover like the smoke over Tecoma,
Strange paradise that you're living in, Strangers talk to you in hissing tongues, fictioning. I've gone inside some, you don't see me none, I don'
the mountain, your ears are 'a burning, My speech is a fountain, it's been another long year But you know I'm not counting, I dreamed you like you dreamed me
my defeat. But as I rose up ginger I was arrested by a sight That flickered in my periphery, A reflection in a Hillman Hunter window, I saw that the creature was me
a cord of wood. Not for me the huon pine, Not for me the ankle iron, A'resting in the rope'll do me fine. So they sent me down to Bellerive, Strung me
There must have been a light in your eyes that you didn't see the devil in me, When he was right there inside, In my low company that I never made
