Incandescent Days - The Sidekicks

Start in the rain

Open the gates

Grandstand awaits

I am a flame

Too quick to light but

Not burning right or

Providing light

Coldest of white

And the audience is loud now, but there’s no sound

Words well up in my mouth now, but there’s no sound

And the air supply is low now, so i go out, i just blow out

Start in the more than hyperbolic short-hand

Get me to those warm and incandescent days

Body gets cold so body gets told to

Flatten all the folds in the time it threw to waste

And become a fire, or just a wire

Providing heat and power to incandescent days

Did the songbird ever answer if a call wasn’t tried?

Or did it spread wings wide and take flight

If no wind was provided?

Create colors from our habits

What we all want

And let them paint you like a canvas

What we all want

To get lost in the romantic

What we all want

What we all want