Can a year make all the difference?
Can stone give way to dripping dreams?
Forest gives way to fury fire
And grows greener, stays serene
Embers caught the dying light
And tumbled with a strange delight;
Saw my house in flames and wept
For all the songs it'd let me write
How different can a year make?
Can't my dreams break into now?
My soul aches with fury fire
And grows obscured, fading down
Green eyes caught the dying light;
Danced and challenged me to fight
Built my house from flames and slept
Until your fire made me right