WAITING FOR THE FLAMES TO BREAK
I'm creeping back to life.
My nervous system all awry, I'm wearing the inside out.
Look at him now, he's paler somehow but he's coming round.
He's starting to choke, it's been so long since he spoke.
Well he can have the words right from my mouth and with these words
I can see clear trough the clouds that covered me.
Just give it time, then speak my name, now we can hear ourselves again.
I'm holding out for the day when all the clouds have blown away.
I'm with you now, can speak your name,
NOW WE CAN HEAR OURSELVES AGAIN.