You can't be with the dead and the living

& make a bed in the middle of nowhere

Try & bridge that gap in your dreams

In the long long night

The city's a permanent rumble

A subtle quake and a distant drone

The seasons have names

But they all look the same

Black pearls on a thread

I'm a good son and my father's a firedancer

When I'm done with the fire I'll dance the ashes away

I say who am I to deserve this but I get no answer

But I'm a firedancer too – I know anyway

I remember the frail green of spring

& it makes me cling to the future

Like a bird of passage left behind

Clings to the wind