Firefly — Anekdoten

sparks flying through the room my head's on fire and there is nothing i can do i'm in the whirlwind far beyond reach i wish that you would be here too

fading fire the wakened eye soon turning blue again

for all gone before all left undone put down your walking-stick and run i'm on a blind-ride all screens are blank looking forward running back

and all is one to each his own all is one

but i am alone as i run through the fire