First things first I was made from the dirt
A hollow shell of skin and bone
Now my souls on fire and I wanna let it burn, let it hurt
A man on fire is a man fully grown

So build your hearth
Gather your sparks
There's room in the coal
There's always room for one more soul

I am one with all the stars in the sky
A dancing fugue alone with the sound of a million bars in the Spanish night
Gun it up and keep it running
A different sound. A different humming.  

A perfect imperfection so delicately poised
Your stare wove threadbare the fabric of this ribcage once destroyed
A weaving song you sang to me
In my heart of hearts I felt the beat
So soft and sweet

Where the smoke rises the fire will die
Not all Jack's fault
Not for lack of salt
For the end is merely a new death
And life is an old friend we must wish well and sell our last breath

And I wept with tears of joy and sadness
Consumed by this earthly madness
I could no longer give myself to the spirit of the sky
For I knew, I knew that no one ever really dies