Texty: Anekdoten. Firefly.

sparks flying through the room
my head's on fire
and there is nothing i can do
i'm in the whirlwind
far beyond reach
i wish that you would be here too

fading fire
the wakened eye
soon turning blue again

for all gone before
all left undone
put down your walking-stick and run
i'm on a blind-ride
all screens are blank

looking forward running back

and all is one
to each his own
all is one

but i am alone
as i run
through the fire