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Than the kind I’m sorry to know.
Here I am, first foot of the climb
Watch me go.
You’re a bonfire and I’m gathered ’round you
Set this old black heart inertia aflame
Send it away
You’re a bonfire
And I’m gathered ’round you
Set this old black heart inertia aflame
Set it aflame

Walking alone tonight
‘Cause I’ve only got room for two
Me and my burdened black heart
It’s all we know how to do

Yet I look for a bigger bang
Than the kind I continually see
Sick of all this inertia ow
Won’t you mend me?


A black heart pollutes me
And I think

Not to conquer, but to share in the view

Pulled by a false inertia
Pushed out by circumstance
Pistol firing at my feet
That’s coercing me to dance

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know