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• Artiste: Turning Plates
• Titre: Fear of fire
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I've relieved to know you've heard about the fire, That from our terroir we can still aspire, I'm pleased to hear you won't chain us to the ground, But with our lack of wings where else will we be found? Woe, woe, woe is choking me, Because in this air I cannot breath, You stole the sun from of my back, And if I'm to work the fields I want it back, It's the cold, the denial, it's the lack of any fire, It's the will growing tame, it's the fear of little mistakes, It's the walls built of doubt, it's the safety of looking down, The acceptance, hearts lame, as they say “it's just the way”, The sober mornings jar and fracture minds, We plant our feet and wonder what's to find, Three sides blue, three sides open to the sound, You'll never be free unless you burn them down, It's the cold, the denial, it's the lack of any fire, It's the will growing tame, it's the fear of little mistakes, It's the walls built of doubt, it's the safety of looking down, The acceptance, hearts lame, as they say “it's just the way”