I'll set my eyes on the flame eternal
For what is seen will not sustain
Jesus burn the world inside me
For me to die is gain.

Hope,
be the anchor in my soul.
I'll tie me to you and never cut the rope.
Trust,
be the thing that I know best
with the enemy and his tests I'll stand up strong.
Burdens,
I'll lay them at your feet
cause my strength can't compete with your mighty power.
Fear,
be of my ancient past.
With this flame I won't look back into the darkness.
Love,
It's something I can do
because you did it first and I'm forgiven.
Praise,
I will praise your holy name
cause your eternal flame has put the enemy to shame.

I'll set my eyes on the flame eternal
For what is seen will not sustain
Jesus burn the world inside me

For me to die is gain.

You said "write a song of me" in a joking voice,
but I knew I didn't have a choice.
Cause your eyes were laughing, and mine were too.
Oh I love the way they laugh when you sing John's blues.

Shades of grey were not around that night,
Cause I saw who you were in the dim street light.

Cause I like the way your eyes match mine
But you're the other guy
And I'm not supposed to fall for you
And his eyes were blue
And we all know I like the ocean side view
But on the East Coast the ocean is green
And that's what I remember when you told me what you mean.

You wore your heart on your sleeve and your soul was exposed,
and that means more to me than you'll ever know.
I'll try to keep it safe,
cause he's not gonna chase me home.

Your radio plays Christmas in November,
and I bet he won't call even in December.
I'm not using you to waste time cause your always on my mind,
but I wish he wasn't there so you'd be the only lines.

A break in my writing, I think you took me on a date.
Oh no, oh no now my heart is at stake.
North Carolina blows away with the wind.
Now I'm dreaming of you, and what could begin.

On the East Coast I can be myself.
On the East coast I never feel alone.
On the East Coast they take me off the shelf.
I know where I'm setting up my home.

The present only hurts when I think about the future,
the future that I thought about in the past.
Not my future, but our future in particular.
It hurts because I am finding out you wouldn't last.
I am mad because I went there, I went there in my head.
My reality got blurry, imagination jumped the gun.
Unfortunately, I picked the wrong present to look ahead.
I made up a love that hadn't even begun.
Moral of my story: to have a brighter future you must live in the now.
Don't ask me though, because I can't tell you how.

Driving home late Saturday
The sun is fading away
I thought my memory of you was fading too

In the cab the stereo plays
"It kills me when he's gone"
I never had you and I'm barely hanging on

You are iron, my reality is brass.
what do you wan't from me?
Why do I even have to ask.
I want you but I want to let you go.

I wrote you wouldn't call
But then i heard your voice
My mind chooses you because my heart won't give me a choice

Normally word's come easy to me,
when I sit here and play behind these white keys.
But I'm thinking of you and my tongues all confused,
boy you got me twisted.
I wrote down some words about another man,
but for some reason you're still inside my hands.
your the chorus to all of my songs,
and my heart just can't stop singing along.

You are iron, my reality is brass.
What do you want from me?
Why do I even have to ask.
I want you but I want to let you go.