You set sail with a map of braille on a route seven fold
But ran a drift like a pilgrimage on an island made of coal
Gotta get a grip on your restless self like a solo quartet
Gotta find a way to the surface of the centre of your soul
Cause you are the fire, burn with desire, why do you run from yourself
You're colour blind like a rich man's mind that latches to his wealth
You are the eye of a cyclonic fire that turns to speed of sound
You are the mire of a homeless desire you run from the beaten track
Gotta get a grip on your restless self like a solo quartet
Gotta find a way to the surface of the centre of your soul
Cause you are the fire, burn with desire, why do you run from yourself
You're colour blind like a rich man's mind that latches to his wealth
You run from yourself, like a homeless wealth
Run from yourself, like a homeless wealth
Run from yourself, like a homeless wealth
Run from yourself, like a homeless wealth
Cause you are the fire
Burn with desire
Why do you run from yourself
You're colour blind like a rich man's mind
That latches to his wealth