Wanna move my fingers
around the soul of you,
and when its stormin inside,
I just wanna touch the blackend blues,
so if your there and watching,
and your bothered by the words said,
then trade in your vanity and
stay with me instead.
When the black ribbons are flying
on a cold wind across my face,
the tears I cast in sorrows,
flow like rivers on cheeks they trace,
so if your feeling badly,
if your feeling at all,
it only takes your fingers,
to hear my voice when you call.
Till then Im just in the evening,
living like a ghost in the day,
I don't wanna turn on my ignition,
I can't even remember how to play,
but if your done walking that muddy ground,
and living in that fictious life,
if your done seeing through a dead mans eyes,
then soar through the flames of fire,
and come to me with the light of desire.