We Can Make Fire Dance

We can make fire dance,

and remove the sun from the heavens with our thumbs.

Make a night to last forever, laughing in my bed,

making shadowed birds on the ceiling with our hands.

Watch the motions of the world freeze as we find ourselves lost in a solitary bliss.

In a kiss, in a touch, in our eyes, in our own demise

cause this could surely not last forever.

We're dancing in-between the stars,

a place where fairy tales are made.

My neck must be a thousand miles long, because I'm living in the clouds.

Don't let me trip, don't let me fall, don't let me shrink, because I'm an emperor right now.

This sheet -my cape, this bed -my thrown, don't let my feet touch the ground.

You'll never notice you're lost in a moment while you're lost in one;

but rather when that moments gone and you find your mind replaying it;

over and over,  like you'll never again find a moment so sweet,

so wild, so young, so careless, 

so captivating you find no pleasure in anything else

but those silent films hidden in vaults in your day dreaming mind

that replay, restart, end again and then again rewind.

We where running threw open fields like two baby lions,

careless and free

oblivious to the world around us, and watching predators.

Eye's fixed on each other while beating our chests -on top of the world!

like nothing could harm us, but boy where we wrong.