Is this thing senseless, for believing in myself, do I face some inevitable failure, or do I carry on? Am I much closer to dealing with the sh** in my head? Am I making my own bed and do I sleep in it? Slow. Slowly. I make my way. Slow. Hey girl, will you be the engine in my soul? Driving me to find some other feeling - take me away. I'm curving, I'm dreaming on fire, I'm the world and you're moving on my wide bright sky, Curving dreaming I'm on fire. Slow