Every Hour I Live I Live Twice

Here on earth we are bound To the earth the air and wind and love To the heart of the mind. But what of that fire that burn's inside? Here where we stand at the edge Here at the edge where millions try to Find a way out. Even a small mark The small mark of death on them that you left Back to you can be traced If a conscience inside can be found. Of all the thing's that you said just to Hurt me And thus in the knowing I feared I was not glad nor was it pretty to see inside You the damage it caused that completes you. For every hour I live sadly I speak now from you two are gone Walk on the earth and swim in the sea over your head birds can fly. But inside of the fire the place that you live Is a fire that will burn All of those I was not glad nor pretty to see What you lost in the trying to have.