Feed the Fire

Like a roadside cavalcade
What were all those drugs I took
I'm not steeped in your ways
I'm not familiar with these sullen looks
These are the best of times
And this could be the perfect place
And to think I could make you mine
We're all just souls along the way

Like a rock-star holiday
Like a trip through Africa
It could be we're just the same
And I can hardly wait to fall in love
Write a song about gravity
Sing a song about conspiracy
Everything is just energy
Not really such a thing as space and time

The fire
The fire
The fire
The fire



Credits
Writer(s): Jay Wright
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