She sees something like red sunglasses Goes home, write some song about it And that song charts high all across the world And I sense magic in that girl She grows common leaves all in a gird Some clear varnish sprayed on it This art gets much recognition And I'm taking art classes forever Hoping to find the right conditions For making fire from a stick It can burn and you imagine it When you start to loosen up your grip First comes a song and then the burning stick When firm winds flapping far away Changes the sky around this place Now you blew feathers on my fear And I fly from this rising air Give me a glimmer of a wick I'll light my way to there If you teach me to fall to the truth I'd soak my keys from and over Look down and into the clue For making fire from a stick It can burn and you imagine it When you start to loosen up your grip First comes a song and then the burning stick New found tree that forgets ever being a seed Then forgets ever being in the sea You'll know that I've crashed out then You'll hear one word that makes you Light up in the end For making fire from a stick It can burn and you imagine it When you start to loosen up your grip First comes a song and then the burning stick