For The Mathematics Tuesday's Fire
So little word of you coming You caught us lying down and
relaxing out loud
The world reamed
For the sake of a new solution
That could fade away as quickly as it came
If I could fall asleep, would the world stay on its
knees?
Despite your expert touch, there's still no hope for a
new solution
Do you recall?
You left a symptomatic warning
In the guise of
Carbon clouds and a renewed sense of doubt
The world ablaze
For the sake of a new solution
That could fade away
I had a friend who live only once in a while on the way
back down
From the hill where he left the fruit of his labour,
