Buckle my shoe
Three, Four...
Smoke by my door
Smoke
Twists and Turns
Turns and Twists
Turns into a...
Grey Mist
I run down the hall
See the fire flare tall
Pause ( twists and turns )
Think ( turns and twists )
Water ( turns into a )
Sink ( grey mist )
the more water I throw
The higher the fire grows
I fond it's hopeless
Let it burn my mess
Without a doubt
We need to get out
I stand outside
Stand and cry
At least I tried
but why o why?
Smoke
Twists and Turns
Turns and Twists
Turns into a...
Grey Mist
