One of these moments I will look down at the yard
And think to myself that you really aren’t that far
Deep inside of myself stuck guarding
that fire
That’s really not that hot
No it’s really not that hot
And you’re so protective so defensive
What are you guarding so closely
It comes from the trash but in the fire it burns gold
but don’t believe it it’s like pyrite like a fool you’re too bold
So put it back where it
belongs and trust that I won’t do you wrong
Wide white eyes now please close them let them close
Don’t quantify the glow there is no strike-back to uphold