Have you ever tried to create colors out of nothing* But leaves, sticks and stones You've got to breathe into it But not too hard To inspire that little spark I've been working hard on this same failing fire Where there's a lot of smoke A lot of smoke What would you say if I told you I'm giving up No more air left in these lungs You'd say, you're not burnt out You just can't hold the flame For long enough to make it work And I say, I get the feeling You're implying that I'm trying to quit But I will whatever, whenever I see fit I've always a motivated person with direction And now I will direct you to the door Cause I've been working hard on this same fleeting fire And now I'm burning it down I'm burning it down