The curious fire is a shiny toynThat feeds on flocks of the orphaned noisenThat spirals into younnYou'd like some peace but you'd love some warnYou'd like some talk but you'd love some morennSubtracted from all our speech balloonsnWe float like bricks once beyond the moonnSpiral out of viewnnBeyond the reach of the red-cheeked soulnThat, motionless, tries to plug the holenThat spirals into younnDream into me until tomorrow is a fond memorynnAnd sketch a course up into my dreamsnWhere underwater all I breathenSpirals into younnAnd at the trees we all bark in vainnAnd every smile that I can't contain,nSpirals into you