Something like the sun
Slides up the walls
Painting what was wrong
And slows to a crawl

Washing over head
catching my hair
Dancing aflame
Eating the air.

Something like the sun
Swallows me whole
(I know) Time draws on,
I have no control.

Something like the sun
Buckles the floor -
Liquefies the glass
And stumbles no more.

Swaddled in flame.

I lay ablaze...

Come home, come home...

...escape, escape.