Want You To Know

Last Friday I saw you standing on the corner You're standing so slowly Wish you wouldn't know me They call me to tell me I should have been here before My phone keeps on ringing Vibrations turn to singing Your face, No grace Now the pages turn to ringing And I'm held back by the space-time In my own head A slow fire, Burning on the inside It's docile, It's Burning Low Don't fall for me When you, Collide with your insanity Won't bring me down A slow fire, Burning on the inside It's Docile, It's Burning Low A slow fire, Burning on the inside It's Docile, It's Burning Low