Echo to a match
repeat for me
and i could see the end
if i wasn't burned so long ago
as the bells feed
off different wind
opportunity
and your seasonal men
like echoes to the flame
and you still
balance your heart
you took me into your home
and lizards lose their tales
i was sprayed by a fireman
who dyes her graying hairs
and the past you can come back to
and its how the past looks at you
you still balance your heart
left a loving man
for opportunity
and a pig knows no difference
between love and misery
you'd be fine alone
but you still balance your heart