Look At Them

It’s crippling
Never really knowing
We’re huddling
Where its always nice
And plus there is a flame
A flame that should be hot
In spite of being small, and being still
Following wherever you will
Look at them
They’re sensitive
And they inch out
Look at them
And plus there is a flame
A flame that should be hot
In spite of being small, and being still
Following wherever you will