Set ablaze far away,
Far away, you and I so afraid,
Underway in a number of ways,
Glistening hot holding our hearts in knot,
Like a withering piece from a fireman's coat.

We await you for I,
 some more like two falling stars, 
Wishing to fall in some more.

Saying we're rolling home,
But we were unknown to where to go,
Where to hold, and what to mold,
Those words seem have danced away unfazed,
Now, we stare at its unafraid grace,
Awaiting you for I, and me for us some more.

With petty thoughts on replay, we are
Wavering back on those roads, that weren't to be stolen, but to be stowed away,
I'll take your lane on a pretty walk,
Hand in hand, with substance talk,
Whilst the words scream down memories, and
dreams that are freezing apart as distant as they see,
Us waiting you for I,

Rolling home, we will fall,
Not knowing where to end it all.
When to end it all, for we fall like the stars,

Set ablaze so far away,
Underway in a number of ways,
Like glistening hot, a heart's knot,
Like a withering piece from a fireman who tore apart.
Let's roll back home, not knowing where to go,
Where to hold and what to mold,
And let the fire dance away unfazed,
Together we stare at its grace.

Glistening hot before gold,
Hope it flies like amber from a fireman's coat,
And I'll walk us through every role,
Till I have no more to hold,
Then we'll set ourselves apart,
Set ablaze that house of cards,
Together, befallen like fireflies shards.

One day or so, then, we'll hit a creek,
Where our souls will be just as meek,
We'll hit that rock, that ignores those mocks,
the many voices that just don't stop.

Set ablaze far away,
Underway in a number of ways,
Like glistening hot, a heart's knot,
Like a withering piece from a fireman's coat.
Let's roll back home, not knowing where to go,
Where to hold and what to mold,
Let the fire dance away unfazed,
Together stare at its grace.

And then hand in hand upon that sand,
I'll stare as the sun dissolves in distance,
Watch the moon steal stars chance,
And one night, I'll let it go,
Where I know we have enough blow,

To fly away from the ablaze,
Like the withering piece from the fireman's coat,
The stray that seemed to know where to and not to go.

We await you for I, some more.