Feel like an unconscious child
In the arms of a firefighter
Illumed in red, yellow and black
Fully unaware that I started the fire
So I could save you from it I refuse to be bedridden by this fever
Though my eyelids are heavy
And my conception blurred I've been going up a hill The time is approaching
Its senses still unborn
Apartment windows are shut back
Every winter has his thorns
Don't think truth will just pa** by
We're here trying to draw it back out of the water
You know, life could just slip by
Without no one ever knowing I refuse to be bedridden by this fever
Though my eyelids are heavy
And my conception blurred I've been going up a hill