Your hands point absent finger    Your mouth's the fire's flame   We stand on solid ground   Or maybe we're falling..    Into a pattern endless,    Endless of us knowing    We stand on solid ground   Or maybe we're falling...    Down      Our eyes speak volumes worthy    Of what words can't spare    Our flame is flickering    Or maybe we don't care    About how bright our way is    As long as we know where,    Our flame is flickering    Maybe we don't ....    Care      I wish you would    I wish that you could just...    I wish you would   Bring back the part of me That always used to be...    Me