Thirteen SensesInto The Fire

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 dying
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 its 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 dying
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 its waiting on the air
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 looking in
Way down, the lights are dimmer
Ooooh
Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Come on, come on