Beyond the back row off the beat and path
Step into a field of dying blades of grass
So thick I have to use my hands
And slowly sinking in quicksand
I'll pull away till I can see again
Staring down with a kiss from the sky
Unsure what feeds the flame
I know a secret way
Unclear the reason why
I'll go in hopes to find
Between the field now and the river bed
Inching closer to the waters edge
3 rocks separate the flow
Each stride I chip away the stone
Every breath I pray a miracle
Raining down like a kiss from the sky
Unsure what feeds the flame
I know a secret way
Unclear the reason why
I'll go in hopes to find
Setting foot on solid ground again
At the hillside's steepest climb
Nearing the top I seem among the clouds
Staring down like a kiss from the sky
Unsure what feeds the flame
I know a secret way
Unclear the reason why
I'll go in hopes to find
