I run a trail of fire, through the meadow paths
Guided by the river banks, Trees from which to hide behind
Keep running away from the fire
Keep running away from the light ‘til it’s gone

Our hourless summers, At one with the ground
And everything I loved you for, A trail of fire from the door
It leads me to a hiding place
And I can hear your signs

And I’ll hold this blade of grass, And I’ll hold ‘til eventide
The dark that shroud your loving neighbor, he's the one who lit the paper
While the reason's unexpressed, And senses are determined
The innocent are voiceless, The voiceless are innocent
She becomes a little itch, Dig a hole out from the end
Say a prayer to my loving savior
He's the one who lit the paper
Say a prayer to my loving savior
He's the one who lit the paper

From them I strip the title, Extinguished and misused
And all our engraved memories are unsuccessful remedies
I’m sick of papering the cracks, Extinguishing the fire tracks

Though flawed by design, I’m torn from the strife
That did pile at the door but is feared no more
Though I once wedded her and her want was to play
As another's arms held took her wanting away

Questions, on top of questions
Don’t think that answers are even here

It is too late for me

Unsung Untied Alive
Unsung Untied Alive
Unsung Untied Alive
Unsung Untied Alive