Remembered کے بول

My heart's on fire I'm alive I've got wings of my own something new something fresh indestructable and fragile make amends I softly call call on you I don't know what it takes to get through holy mother here inside you left your temple with your gold please let this all be remembered dont' cast it upon another this daydream is growing old it's night but I'm not cold maybe my horses are a little bit high or maybe I'm easy and you are going blind