Into The Fire - Acoustic - Thirteen Senses

Come on, come on

Put your hands into the fire

Explain, explain

As I turn and meet the power

This time, This time

Turning white and senses dire

Pull up, pull up

From one extreme to another

From the summer to the spring

From the mountain to the air

From Samaritan to sin

And it's waiting on the end

Come on, come on

Put your hands into the fire

Explain, explain

As I turn and meet the power

This time, This time

Turning white and sense dire

Pull up, pull up

From one extreme to another

From the summer to the spring

From the mountain to the air

From Samaritan to sin

And it's waiting on the end

and now I'm alone I'm looking out

I'm looking in, way down

The lights are dim

and now I'm alone I'm looking out

I'm looking in, way down

The lights are dim

Ooooh

Come on, come on

Put your hands into the fire

Come on, come on