Closing doors, shut off the roar below
But a murmur of the matter can seed this
Can feed disbelief
For a moment fearing numb
But a surgeon of the latter I'm told
Could loose their hold and down we go
In the fire
We burn it all to earn a little
On the wire
We loose ourselves along the middle
I'm not coming home
Faith in toe deceiving down the road
In a complicated gesture letting go
You're not alone
And for a moment you lie alone
Clueless on the matter when you fold your hope, and losing hold of what you know
In the fire
We burn it all to earn a little
On the wire
We loose ourselves along the middle
I'm not coming home