I can see the fire inside heating the living room in no one direction

But sprawling out all over the floor

And as the smoke forms a line up to the sun it carves a fold in everyone

And the notable promise that i can recall is that i could have been there with you

We'd be dancing in the fire

A tackle with a familiar response was my call to burn inside and alone

Smoke rises up to the sun and carves a fold in everyone dancing in the fire

Everyone dancing in the fire

I regret the choice that i made;

That you're not a fire so i will not dance in you