Fire and fume
Something I knew
See the working man heal
See how he keeps his feet but needs the wheel
Were you immune?
Quiet and confused?
It's too much to wonder
When gravity bloomed and broke
And took you under
It's the healing rose under me
Oh, frozen in pose
You couldn't be
When I need a victory
It's only a rule
A street level line to help a fool
But in the working man's dream
He found a trophy stone and rolled it east
It's the healing rose under me
Oh, frozen in pose
You couldn't be
When I need a victory
