(Gordon)

She sees something like red sunglasses
Goes home writes some song about it
That song charts high all across the world
I sense magic in that girl
She glues crumbled leaves all in a grid
Some clear varnish sprayed on it
This art gets much recognition
And I’m taking art classes forever hoping to find the right conditions for making

Fire from a stick
It can burn when you imagine it
When you start to loosen up your grip
First comes the smoke and then the burning stick

Wind from wings flapping far away
Changes the sky around this place
Now you glue feathers on my fear
And I fly on this rising air

Give me a glimmer of a wick
I’ll light my way with it
If you teach me to fall into the truth
I’ll solve my case from an overlooked counterintuitive clue for making

Fire from a stick
It can burn when you imagine it
When you start to loosen up your grip
First comes the smoke and then the burning stick

New found passion grows like a tree
That forgets ever being a seed
You’ll know that I’ve branched out when
You hear one word that makes you light up in the end for making

Fire from a stick
It can burn when you imagine it
When you start to loosen up your grip
First comes the smoke and then the burning stick