The Fire 歌词

There is a flame A flame inside my body It burns my belly and it sear my flesh And when it crackled up into my mouth it crept And you were the closest at the time The first to step into the firing line What kind of peace? What peace it'll keeping If peace is the expression that you've had for years? The tangling of conscious and the salty tears And I would rather see my fires burn Then sit with solem face wait my turn And I don't ask for your forgiveness And all my reckless youth But you would ask for explanation But will not want the truth We build a box A box with hinges howling I know you think that I should put my fear to bed Or lock in the box until it's cold and dead But you presume to know what I should do I will not be stifled just for you Oh, and I don't ask for your forgiveness And all my reckless youth But you would ask for explanation But will not want the truth But will not want the truth Time, time, time will make a fool of you Time, time, time will make a fool of you Time, time, time will make a fool of you Time, time, time will make a fool of you Time, time, time will make a fool of you Time, time, time will make a fool of you Time, time, time will make a fool of you Time, time, time will make a fool of you