Ain't that a mesmerizing light? Saffron flames painting patterns in a distant sky Our future burning like a diesel drum Come let us walk into the fire And call me on the other line Same frequency as when we where young There must be a higher cause A secret hidden on our side of the wall We're killing days like flies Buzzing 'gainst the window trying to get out Must be January 53ed This graphite state of mind, locked up, always looking out I wanna run, run, run Feel the pulse beating in my mouth Rain slicing up my eyes There must be a higher cause A secret hidden on our side of the wall Hear me singing through the wall The shelter I've built of worry and guilt and sycamore