Running slow like cold engines do   On the hills of bleak mornings through   Streets are ready to explode, but i won't die today...      I sang of hymns that once warmed my soul   Old piano's in wood floor halls   A beauty shone was my teacher and still today...      Chorus:      I see your face sometimes surrounded by fire...   I see your face sometimes surrounded by fire...         I once caught crickets on a sunny day   A matchbox open, some got away   Their wings were flying, they were singing, we won't die today...      Chorus:      I see your face sometimes surrounded by fire...   I see your face sometimes surrounded by fire...         And you shed tears that made you feel whole   Telling lies about all you know   If you climb down from your 'sill you won't die today...      Tracing patterns all on your own   Chasing limits that'll do you harm   Your eyes will open once more and you won't die today...