Fruit & Fire

You with the gift of a curious mind
Will you follow me?
You with the wish to be made alive
Will you follow me?
I've found my way

You who keep watch for the sign of the times
You're the remedy
You who keep cool at a quarter to five
You're a rarity
But you've found your way

We're getting close to the edge of the lines
Living irony
You have the fruit and the fire inside
But speak quietly
When you're talking to me
Keep ourselves caught in the eye of the wire, our hypocrisy
Clouds the full shape of the moon in the sky, are we destined to be
Trapped in or set free?



Credits
Writer(s): Ana Gomulka
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