Comparison is the thief of joy but it's all I have these days
I can't trust the hope of the things that I've made up along the way
Is that the fire burning inside me?
Or are the flames all around?
Turned into what they never thought I'd be
But who's looking at me now?
The water runs cold
As the ice that runs through my veins
And the winds blow far and wide
Telling stories of the ones who made the way
Is that the fire burning inside me?
Or are the flames all around?
Turned into what they never thought I'd be
But who's looking at me now?
And oh, the moon shines bright into my eyes
But I'm staring at the sun
And this burn is what it means to be alive
But we've only just begun
Is that the fire burning inside me?
Or are the flames all around?
Turned into what they never thought I'd be
But who's looking at me now?
Well they're looking at me now