Come on, come on
put your hands into the fire
explain, explain
as I turn I meet the power
This time, this time
Turning white and senses dire
Pull up, pull up
from one extreme to another
From the summer to the spring
From the mountain to the air,
From samaritan to sin,
and it's waiting on the air.
Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Explain, explain
As I turn I meet the power
This time, this time
turning white and senses dire
Pull up, pull up
From one extreme to another
From the summer to the spring
From the mountain to the air
From Samaritan to sin
and it's waiting on the airs
Now I'm low
I'm looking out, I'm looking in
way down, the lights are dimmer
Now I'm low
I'm looking out, I'm lookin in
way down, the lights are dimmer
Come on, come on
put your hands into the fire
come on, come on....
-Thirteen Senses