Original Fire [Album Version]

The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on (x4) With a pen in one hand taking a stand drugged on kerosine '84 and 5 would find us something to believe Right or wrong with dirty hands on wires Singing songs in dischord choirs Screaming in braille no temptress prize Could ever yield anything so real The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on (x2) Golden soldiers born much older than they'll ever live to be Diving into a sea of hands in a long forgotten city Here the rain falls forever after And the swinging vines hang dead in rafters Blood rush to your head induces laughter endlessly The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on (x2) Can't explain it it was something to see Can't contain something ever real Ever real Can't explain it it was something to see Can't contain something so ever real Ever real The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on (x4)