Из альбома: Wilt & Rise
From every single heartbeat that pulses
The life through our veins
The sentiment is feeding
The sentiment is breeding
Time is of the essence and we must pursue so carefully
Freedom’s our existence yet we choose to live so cautiously
There’s a fire slowly burning
Without wind it’s un-consuming
Give me the caution
Balance with desire
There’s an urge for the yearning
Our fingers are held like vines
Wildfire, it’s coming