Vārdi: Anekdoten. Other. Firefly.

Sparks flying through the room
My head's on fire
And there is nothing I can do
I'm in the whirlwind
Far beyond reach
I wish that you would be here too

Fading fire
The wakened eyea
Soon turning blue again

For all gone before
All left undone
Put down your walking-stick and run
I'm on a blind-ride
All screens are blank
Looking forward running back

And all is one
To each his own
All is one

But I am alone
As I run
Through the fire