Testo Amazing Device

Your hands point absent finger
Your mouth's the fire's flame
We stand on solid ground
Or maybe we're falling..
Into a pattern endless,
Endless of us knowing
We stand on solid ground
Or maybe we're falling... Down

Our eyes speak volumes worthy
Of what words can't spare
Our flame is flickering
Or maybe we don't care
About how bright our way is
As long as we know where,
Our flame is flickering
Maybe we don't ....
Care

I wish you would
I wish that you could just...
I wish you would Bring back the part of me That always used to be...
Me