when side and side collide
a fire burns inside
it is the turning waves
that eat you up and spit you out in a lonesome cave
when side and side collide
magic is made
it is rhythmic music
with ones who brake
when side and side collide
it is the thunder in your veins
the boulders in your arms
when side and side collide
it is the freedom that we crave
when side and side collide
no telling what will be made