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Tuesday, December 22, 2015

"Pretend We're On Fire"


We have seen the future,
and it has passed us by.
And you watched it going
until it burned your eyes
and you can think it over
about a million times,
all your life
'til heaven and hell burn alike
We thought we'd burn forever
and never turn to ash
now we can find the answers,
but no one's going to ask
and we can rake it over,
but all the coals are spent.
All your life
if you could believe in it, again

We could pretend that we're on fire, again
burn twice as bright as normal life
see the glow reflected in imaginary eyes
We can pretend that we're on fire, again
You and I remember what it's like
And it will never be, again
but we can pretend

We were so amazing,
We knew it in our hearts -
and the world was crazy
but we were really smart.
We could see the future
was just about to start,
just about
when everything else fell apart
and as it fell around us,
we knew that we'd shine through.
We were burning so bright,
and everything was fuel.
Every fresh disaster,
we'd turn it into light -
until life
diminished, and faded from sight

Well we can pretend that we're on fire, again
burn twice as bright as normal life
see the glow reflected in imaginary eyes
We can pretend that we're on fire, again
You and I remember what it's like
And it will never be, again
but we can pretend

We were meant for greatness.
We knew it in our bones,
and the world acclaimed us
in ringing golden tones.
All our dues were paid up,
we called in all our loans.
It was time.

The future would bloom like a rose

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