I'm looking for some kind of sign
My dream is made of gold
I tread upon with muddy feet
My fever leaves me cold
I'm stretched across a thousand miles
And there's nothing I can do
Useless machines without your word
And the ropes are burning through
Fire is flame
You're burning me
Passion is pain
You're burning me
The flickering illuminates
But I only see your face
Paradise to he who waits
But it doesn't know it's place
I stand beyond the bain of time
I'm strong against the sand
Trapped inside the hourglass
Turning over in your hands
Fire is flame
You're burning me
Passion is pain
You're burning me
My dream is made of gold
I tread upon with muddy feet
My fever leaves me cold
I'm stretched across a thousand miles
And there's nothing I can do
Useless machines without your word
And the ropes are burning through
Fire is flame
You're burning me
Passion is pain
You're burning me
The flickering illuminates
But I only see your face
Paradise to he who waits
But it doesn't know it's place
I stand beyond the bain of time
I'm strong against the sand
Trapped inside the hourglass
Turning over in your hands
Fire is flame
You're burning me
Passion is pain
You're burning me
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