[Storyteller.]

You rush out, it's another day,
and pass yourself along the way again.
How much longer?
And you're keeping up the pace you're in;
you feel like crashing into something new.
How much longer?
If your eyes are the gateway to your soul,
what's broken will be whole again,
and whole is hard to shatter.
I'll dive into your eyes, I'm never coming out,
not until we all dissolve into what matters.
You wanna bury secrets deep inside,
but it's too cold a place to hide them all.
How much longer?
So somewhere in your eyes I see
a wall of fire moving toward me;
I'm here.