watching smoke trails twist with the effect of my breath
as it gropes with the hopes tested by bass clefts
until it's there in the air destined never to rest
pumping like my chest
bumping with the best
it will rest in your hair and become a crest
there will never be more
nor ever will there be less
I saw your eyes through a door
and I have to confess
that fire flies could never compare
the fire cries
it will always be there
the fire cries
it will always be there