put me somewhere in your shelf, i'll stay i promise. [completed]

the fire wood in the middle of the carousel.

Let's run out to the stage

until we find fields

sing in the carousel

circling in our souls

fly until we fall and crash

somewhere in the night's lust

run to get lost, to give way to the dust

and let it fall when we do

like the air between us

is the ice and fire

holding onto the crisp embers

breathing in every little bit of your heart...