If you are a light, then why do you stride in darkness
You fear not burning strong, but your flame is cold
Tell me fire, have you no insight to yourself?
I could dance to the rhythm you create
If it weren't so dull
Yet you think you are a master
You tell the tulips and forget me nots to twirl
But they won’t, for it’s winter
And you won’t play for the snow
I sit, cold and alone
And you insist you are a bonfire
Tell me fire, why do you burn so small
If I don’t respond,
Tell me fire, what do you feel?

If you are so strong, why does cold wind whisper in my ear
You ask me to dance, but my dedications are changing
Tell me fire, what would you do if I skipped with the wind?
I fear you wouldn’t feel as hot as you do now
If you could see past your orange mystique
Yet you think you have me
You are losing your burning hold on me
But you don’t realize what you’ve done
And though your appearance might be warm, you are frightfully cold
I fall away, and you grab at my ankles
And yet, they no longer burn
Tell me fire, where are your passions
If you realize you are going out, what would you do?
Tell me fire, what would you do?