• The restless waters are stirring down deep inside,
    The scorching flames licking at their edge.
    What happens when they touch?
    A sizzle? Steam?
    We’ll never know it seems.
    ‘Cause they dance around each other,
    Never touching. Always moving.
    Moving away at the last second.
    Second. Time. It’s flying by.
    How long has it been now?
    Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days?
    Days. It must be days.
    It feels like days, down deep inside.
    Down deep inside.
    The restless waters are stirring down deep inside.
    The scorching flames licking at their edge.
    What happens when they touch?
    Nothing. Nothing happens.
    Everything has happened before.
    Nothing is new.
    The flames and water dance around each other.
    Never touching. Always moving.
    Moving. Moving away at the last second.
    Second. Time. It’s flying by.
    How long has it been now?
    Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days?
    Days. It must be days.
    It feels like days, down deep inside.
    Down deep inside.
    The restless waters are stirring down deep inside.
    The scorching flames licking at their edge.
    When will this end?
    They dance around each other.
    When will this end?
    Never touching. Always moving.
    It must come to an end.
    But when will it end?
    When the fire and water touch it ends.
    When they dance too close,
    When they move too slow.
    That’s when it ends.