There's a fire in the house It's coming after me It's letting me in It's drawing me in And Oh the mountains i'll climb And not decide And oh the things i'll see (Not the desolate one) And not believe I know that you won't come along On my magic carpet ride Inside Come on We have to watch the shadows They're marching But they always gather slow (Almost all the way) And searching through the aftermath of failure They vomit the same old stories I know that you won't come along On my magic carpet ride Inside Come on I wish you would Come on And Join me