brought to you by McSilence
Put your hands into the fire
As I turn and meet the power
Turning white and senses dire
From one extreme to another
From the summer to the spring
From the mountain to the air
And it's waiting on the end
Turning white and sense dire
And now I'm alone I'm looking out I'm looking in
Way down the lights are dimmer
Now I'm alone I'm looking outI'm looking in