There's a fire in the house
It's coming after me
It's letting me in
It's drawing me in
And
Oh the mountains i'll climb
And not decide
And oh the things i'll see
(Not the desolate one)
And not believe
I know that you won't come along
On my magic carpet ride
Inside
Come on
We have to watch the shadows
They're marching
But they always gather slow
(Almost all the way)
And searching through the aftermath of failure
They vomit the same old stories
I know that you won't come along
On my magic carpet ride
Inside
Come on
I wish you would
Come on
And
Join me
