Wild man. Wizard. Summoning the fire witch
Words I heard so often I bought them
And was returned with a song
Locked up inside cold weather trending
As my brother works the lift, trying rightly
To remember where the sound was born
White nights, but where, and why
I loved you already, but we have yet to meet
And deeper kisses will seal the deal
True it is past the truth and the worn out time
To summon the fire witch, to illuminate my mind
For the first wild man
And the wizard
I have inside me