Paroles de Thirteen Senses - Into the fire

Come on, come on Put your hands into the fire Explain, explain As I turn, I meet the power This time, this time Turning white and senses dying Pull up, pull up From one extreme to another From the summer to the spring From the mountain to the air From Samaritan to sin And it's waiting on the air Come on, come on Put your hands into the fire Explain, explain As I turn, I meet the power This time, this time Turning white and senses dying Pull up, pull up From one extreme to another From the summer to the spring From the mountain to the air From Samaritan to sin And it's waiting on the air Now I'm low, I'm looking out, I'm looking in Way down, the lights are dimmer Now I'm low, I'm looking out, I'm looking in Way down, the lights are dimmer Oh, oh, woah Oh, oh, woah Come on, come on Put your hands into the fire Come on, come on