They dip their heads under the water
Where you can't quite hear or see
They push my head under the water
Because they love me
They dig their shovels in the sand
Trying to learn just where they stand
But all they find is where they'll end up
When they die
I feel the breeze caress my face
As if it'd take me from this place
A fading promise of a risk
I'd like to take
I can feel the flame within
Without control they will conspire
A slave to passion's fatal whim
I feel the fire
A fickle fondness waning thin
I feel the fire
I feel the fire
Behind the Stone Door - Kindling Lyrics
Behind the Stone Door - Kindling Lyrics
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They dip their heads under the water
Where you can't quite hear or see
They push my head under the water
Because they love me
They dig their shovels in the sand
Trying to learn just where they stand
But all they find is where they'll end up
When they die
I feel the breeze caress my face
As if it'd take me from this place
A fading promise of a risk
I'd like to take
I can feel the flame within
Without control they will conspire
A slave to passion's fatal whim
I feel the fire
A fickle fondness waning thin
I feel the fire
I feel the fire
Where you can't quite hear or see
They push my head under the water
Because they love me
They dig their shovels in the sand
Trying to learn just where they stand
But all they find is where they'll end up
When they die
I feel the breeze caress my face
As if it'd take me from this place
A fading promise of a risk
I'd like to take
I can feel the flame within
Without control they will conspire
A slave to passion's fatal whim
I feel the fire
A fickle fondness waning thin
I feel the fire
I feel the fire
Writer: Timothy Dacey
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