Fire and sirens looking like hell's lights
They're searching for words and pages
Think I lost something in the dance of days
And something in the ways of night

From here I can see another burning place
They're raising hell to Earh tonight
Think I lost something in the ways of pain
Something that drained my mind

Hold on with your Fahrenheit plans
I don't want you to burn out my brain
Hold on with your Fahrenheit ways
I don't want to face it again

Maybe I miss something in the dance of days
But I keep my writes under my arms
And I'll always reserve me the right
To say no
To say ... No!