Dance While The Devil Sleeps — Brandon Boyd

After fire comes the rain The rain washes away The blackened soil in the distance Process starts over again

Near the pyres the women weep The tears is in the flames And in the smoke there is a signal For there sometimes are too…

Take cover, unless you are on the right side of the fire But who is right? Where is wrong? Can this go on? It's easier said than done.

Lonely mariner trapped a little dream Wherein he was the subject of an old salt into the sea. He buys the winds and tides, neither good, bad, right or wrong There is a storm ahead in the distance For the stow away to take cover unless you are On the right side of the fire

Who is right, and where is wrong Can this go on? It is easier said than done.

Oh…said than done Ohhh…said than done. Oh, said than done.

Dance while the devil sleeps. After fire comes the rain, Look in the smoke for a signal.