Music by: todd nichols, glen phillips, and toad Lyrics by: glen phillips
Opened my eyes The fire had come Not for the end of days Not for the faithless ones Not for vision understood Burns because it has to burn Change'll happen whether we Are still or moving Breathe in waves of doubt Bitter in your mouth You will exhale cinnamon clouds When it is quiet and still I can feel older here Change what I can and pray The hope will not disappear When we are not denying anything Nothing is an enemy Delicately balancing The perfect world Ride these waves of doubt Bitter in your mouth You will exhale cinnamon clouds Little heaven Riding waves of doubt Turns me inside out I will exhale primal shout Little heaven I understand The fire will come Not for the strength of will Or passion of anyone I understand The fire will come Not for the end of days Not for the faithless ones
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