do you remember you walked me to the car
your arm around my waist; I promised to call
I never told you that I felt our lives were so small
I drove away from you my hand on the wheel
the clouds were fluffy and high; I started to feel
how come the dreams are so much bigger than what is real
wet hearts do not burn, wavy minds cannot learn
tho i die i will return
a little house, a fence, a pure ring of gold
the basic things of this life, they flicker like a ghost
clear and uncontained i am exposed
how can everything seem so plain
a handshake, an afternoon, dry and contained
the feel of pants weighed against the fear of pain
wet hearts do not burn, wavy minds cannot learn
tho i die i will return
you said a fire of red it lives in the earth
and all our fingers and bones they hunger for it’s warmth
you said fire is where we return
and yet watch how I float then I drown
liquid arms they are guiding me down
and i feel i feel the love surround
wet hearts do not burn, wavy minds cannot learn
tho i die i will return