Opened my eyes
The fire had come
Not for the end of days
Not for the faithless ones
Not for vision understood

Burns because it has to burn
Change will happen whether we
Are still or moving
Breathe in waves of doubt

Bitter in your mouth
You will exhale cinnamon clouds
When it is quiet and still
I can feel older here
Change what I can and pray

The hope will not disappear
When we are not denying anything
Nothing is an enemy
Delicately balancing

The perfect world
Ride these waves of doubt
Bitter in your mouth
You will exhale cinnamon clouds
                   
                       - Toad the Wet Sprocket