Is it the light or the flame that's calling you?
Burning through all that you thought you knew?
Maybe they're one in the same
What should I do?
I climb the strings on my hands into the sky
They do that sometimes
Then I hurdle down in shrieking clouds
With no idea what I'd found
But I'm feeling fine
Take my hand, don't mind the fire
We'll make a pyre, stand inside it
Be together, let it weather us
Into the people who we ought to be
I feel like a match at the bottom of the f*ckin sea
Is it the light or the flame that's consuming me?
Let it burn