When your days are colder than your nights
You know that, somewhere, some place down the line
There is a a Southern Fire burning bright, in some sullied mind
The trucks and vans they roll on by
Despite the roads that are crumbling all the while
Remind of when birds were still in flight in this boy's mind
That fire will never light here
Those birds, they never fly here
And I, I will not die here
Go feast your mind on what it wants, surprise us
For what it needs lies far beyond your horizon
The hollow soul you bear below
Your skin so pale it seems to glow
Forget that meaningless resolve that you've put on
To lace that waste of space you call your place
To store your frankly shameful standing point
Less talk, comes more hope
Align your bones and lie down here
Resign, your time is nearly here
For you and I to disappear
And I will not die here