Fountaineer Some Bright Sparks
And occasionally we don't talk in degrees
With your hands tied you can't feel anything
Just like patience, this joke is wearing thin
The night's a good place to begin
To begin…
And you're a patient, yeah my good old friend
A happy hostage in all of this
What it gives, and what it can take
We hate only what we believe
Every now and then she falls apart
Every now and then he falls apart
Every now and then we fall apart
But every now and then we catch some bright sparks
