Sparkling Golden flints
You can almost hold
In your hand
The burn lets you know
Yearning to know what lies beyond my youth
As the bright stars fall from up above
Forthcoming they tease me with the truth
If you let them slide out of sight one moment they'll be gone for good
Storm to show you the changes in the season
Thunder upon my should only gets deeper
Flicker flicker flack, flicker flicker flack
The strike has me lost, but I can see
Sparkling Golden flints
You can almost hold
In your hand
The burn lets you know
Knowledge is power, and power can break you
Just the burn from a fire
Makes a grown man cry
Makes you wanna die
The Burn lets you know...