The First Ones

They were the last ones
To stand by the fire
Watching it fan then
Watching it die
They never dreamed
Of the trouble they'd cause
When the fire burned out
And the west had lost

How do we take it back
To where it began
As simpler men
How do we make our way
From castles of steal
With wheels made of clay

They held their flag up
All tattered and worn
Praying for mercy
To a prince crowned in thorns
They never dreamed
That it'd end this way
While waiting for rapture
In a twist of fate

How do we take it back
To where it began
As simpler men
How do we make our way
From castles of steal
With wheels made of clay

Woo hoo
Woo hoo
Woo hoo
Woo hoo
Woo hoo
Woo hoo

We were the first ones
To stand by the fire
Fanning the flames
We watched it grow higher



Credits
Writer(s): Maya Coppola
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