fanning the air though we wouldn't have touched
I'm burned in all of six different ways
all for the fire and what they might say
*now I'm filling in the forest and I'm covered with trees
to far beyond what seems a bit too much, when light's been released
**I've been dreaming - surprise, surprise…
and from waiting - the wells have all gone dry
turned down the fire when we waved in the dusk
promise the bite fills our stomachs with rust
I caught you down, way down in the field
Green hands and blind, it didn't seem real