Incandescent Days

Start in the rain
 Open the gates
 Grandstand awaits
 I am a flame
 Too quick to light but
 Not burning right or
 Providing light
 Coldest of white
 And the audience is loud now, but there's no sound
 Words well up in my mouth now, but there's no sound
 And the air supply is low now, so i go out, i just blow out
 Start in the more than hyperbolic short-hand
 Get me to those warm and incandescent days
 Body gets cold so body gets told to
 Flatten all the folds in the time it threw to waste
 And become a fire, or just a wire
 Providing heat and power to incandescent days
 Did the songbird ever answer if a call wasn't tried?
 Or did it spread wings wide and take flight
 If no wind was provided?
 Create colors from our habits
 What we all want
 And let them paint you like a canvas
 What we all want
 To get lost in the romantic
 What we all want
 What we all want