when it feels like you've been cancelled
like someone took your breath away
to replace it with ether
and you stagger in eadwind all day
it's too easy to go crazy
way much harder to stay clear
tough you're pleading (come save me)
no one or nothing comes near
refrigerate your fire
the grim faces that you're passing
in your freefall from the ground
won't remember, won't be asking
and they won't be making a sound
hold your soldiers
and keep them in the woods
until it's over, it will be
wait see
the sun sets
and morning
puts you back into place
the right place
refrigerate your fire