Feeding the Flame

Cowboys don't love Indians Maybe they fight too well They seem tough But it's just a bluff Some things are hard to tell And who is brave? And who is strong? You think you are You could be wrong We talked Now it's time to shout Let's focus eyes again

Each crisis forms one fold in time Each fear distorts the subtle line Of velvet thoughts we can't define Our paths that crossed now drift apart Only your name remains the same Only your name Moving closer we drift apart Moving closer changing slowly

Big talk and gunsmoke Death plays the white man Strutting on film again Suffer the weak hearts Faecal emotions Feeding the flame for a change In flux again Feeding the flame for a change Caught in flux again Stand up, sit down Don't think till i say