Chasing Original Mix

Underground, you don't have to be near, Near, near. With no sound, you just look at this clear, Clear, clear. It's like the trees Collide. Spiders trapped in wires. The bees get wild. We're Chasing The fire. Wounds and bounds never healing on day, Day, day. Dirty clouds started drifting away, Way, way. It's like the trees Collide. Spiders trapped in wires. The bees get wild. We're chasing the fire. In the grass, you've been looking for a flower, Flower, flower. Realize love never likes a coward, Coward, coward. It's like the trees Collide. Spiders trapped in wires. The bees get wild. We're chasing the Fire