Fire and fume Something I knew See the working man heal See how he keeps his feet but needs the wheel Were you immune? Quiet and confused? It's too much to wonder When gravity bloomed and broke And took you under It's the healing rose under me Oh, frozen in pose You couldn't be When I need a victory It's only a rule A street level line to help a fool But in the working man's dream He found a trophy stone and rolled it east It's the healing rose under me Oh, frozen in pose You couldn't be When I need a victory