I can see the fire inside heating the living room in no one direction,
but sprawling out all over the floor,
And as the smoke forms a line up to the sun it carves a fold in everyone,
and the notable promise that i can recall is that i could have been there with you,
we'd be dancing in the fire
a tackle with a familiar response was my call to burn inside and alone.
smoke rises up to the sun and carves a fold in everyone dancing in the fire.
everyone dancing in the fire
i regret the choice that i made;
that you're not a fire so i will not dance in you.