Let's start a fire from the lovers that we hold in our minds To hinder bitterness we felt throughout the stitchings of time We'll use our sunny dispositions to ignite this inquisition You can use it as a blanket I'm banking on the wind And everybody feels its innocence Let it graze upon the skin And I can catch like and echo From a voice that doesn't exist 'Cause we a skirting on the surface To embrace our wilderness It's 3 o'clock and we are waiting Waiting, wasting the day Wasting, waiting, wasting away Shell shocked from grid lock An utter dismay I just want to find the ground so I can say "Good day" Good day In the early morning light The color of my wretched smile is so inviting Could it be our first goodbye With each calamity Incinerate your own tragedy Reek into an ancient prophecy Dead religion in high viscosity You'll find the compass in the smolder of your soul A tattered earning for the urge to lose control Let's just take it as a token From the voice that doesn't exist 'Cause we a skating on the surface To embrace our wilderness And It's so instrumental To really feel your loneliness I guess that's something we all learn in time