There is a flame, a flame inside my body
It burns my belly and it sears my flesh
And when it crackled up into my mouth it crept
And you were the closest at the time
The first to step into the firing line
What kind of peace, what peace is it you're keeping
If peace is the expression that you've had for years
The tangling of conscience and the salty tears
Then I would rather see my fires burn
And sit with sullen face and wait my turn
And I don't ask for your forgiveness
And all my reckless youth
But you would ask for explanation
But will not want the truth
We build a box, a box with hinges howling
I know you think that I should put my fear to bed
Or lock it in the box until it's cold and dead
But why presume to know what I should do
I will not be stifled just for you
Oh and I don't ask for your forgiveness
And all my reckless youth
But you will ask for explanation
But will not want the truth
But will not want the truth
Time, time, time will make a fool of you