Water shape changed and the fire arose to stay.

shaping my breath and the smooth color of my hair.

i can still awake my flood, and drive away,

 i can still refresh the sound in my head

and all i name are the very parts im loosing

and all the thoughts in tornadoes spread with them

and then i make my unspoken rules, and then i try to ride you away

you think you are gonna get us

but you wont get it right

you think you are gonna make it

but you are wasting your time