You don't start the fire. You just turn it on. Yours is to always know not why. Just turn your head and walk away. Dinosaur in the ice. Buffalo on the plain. Sun in the sky still rising. Children lost in the grain. Sun in the sky still rising. Children lost in the grain. SUFFERING EVERYWHERE YOU'D LOOK really good in that thing. I tried to write a book for you. Couldn't hold the pen, couldn't find the paper. Tender is the night that sweeps us up in its folly. I left my keys on the kite and my violin on the trolley. I left my keys on the kite and my violin on the trolley. What's in that dark glove? Is it a song about Gloria? Is it a song about love, and the stars up above. You drink a cup of wine to settle your nerves. You float down the Rhine beside your plastic bag. You float down the Rhine clutching a plastic bag. It's a miracle every time I open my mouth. Cause silence is golden. It blinks and it sighs. It takes a look outside at a ball on a tether. I know a lot about the light. And I heard a bit about the weather. I know a lot about the light. I heard a bit about the weather. To see, you crane your neck when the world's at war. When the world's at war, you get a tic in your neck. Some bands like the strife. Some bands like to shimmy. Bombs go off in your eye. I'm so much deeper than the damage. Bombs go off in your eye. I'm so much deeper than the damage. Dinosaur in the ice. Buffalo on the plain. Sun in the sky still rising. Sun in the sky still rising. Sun in the sky still rising...