And I will be held into the fire.
Nowhere to go and I'm a liar.
Into the blue howl and above
there's something wrong and I don't know.
Into the blue howl and above
there's something wrong and I don't know.
And I will be held into the fire.
Nowhere to go. Nowhere to go.
Intrude. Make suit. Bless the kingdom.
I will be salesman and eat my food.
Makes a lot of sense. Makes an impression.
Makes it on me. Well, it's my confession.
Satellites rage. I'm on the wrong ship.
End of the round. And I'm a liar.
Out of the way. Out of the way.
Fortune and glory, the rest of the story.
I want to be, want to be held
into the fire where I fell.
It's not an option. It's not a way.
It's not courageous. Citizen Kane.
Number the steps. Number the ceiling.
Number the floor. Number the teething.
I want to see. Try to believe.
It's my confession. My cup of tea.