| Put your hands into the fire |
| Put your hands upon my face |
| Leave them there, your warmth to hold |
| To know is to love, oh |
| Put your hand inside my own |
| And watch the sound and watch it flow |
| The fields will change just like the waves |
| The rise and fall of tempest days |
| Are we afraid or are we alive? |
| Are we afraid, afraid to find |
| The flame touches all? |
| The sun and his friends are filling this home |
| A nest in decay, we’ll call it our own |
| They’re twisting and turning all corners to find |
| Salve on the wounds of neglect and of time |
| And are we afraid or are we alive? |
| Yeah, are we afraid, afraid to find |
| The flame touches all? |
| CITIES |
| All these broken bells, their words cheap |
| Preaching from the corners of our mind’s streets |
| But any lie is better than true we’re told |
| We wanna live like rivers run, flowing towards the sun |
| And I can see the shadows giving up |
| The soundwaves, the rising up |
| Don’t believe it is not enough |
| The city shakes |
| And shatters like the words we break |
| Dust to dust, we rise, found again |
| But we don’t know why |
| Yeah, we don’t know why |
| And build it up, tear it down—this glass house |
| Don’t know why we can feel our time |
| And I can see the light leads you here |
| The soundwaves, the rising fear |
| Don’t believe it is not enough |
| The city wakes |
| Well, hold the fire—it's ours to take |