Hair Color Called Fire

I've been ripping off my clothes. I've been ripping off my clothes. Oh. When I'm standing in the rain, When I'm standing in the rain Once again. Didn't know where else to go. Well, I didn't know Where else to go. I've been singing out my lungs. I've been singing out my lungs. Oh. I've been trying to overcome my fear and Doubt. Didn't hear anyone but me. Whether they didn't sing or it was me too Loud. Well, I Don't know Why my hair caught on fire again. I suppose my hair color's called Fire. My hair color's called fire. My eye only sees the end of the seas. This is my disease. While I'm focused on my aim, I forget the Boat that I'm sailing in. Sailing in. Remember I don't know how to reach the horizon. Isn't that particularly Surprising? Well, I Don't know why my hair caught on Fire again. I suppose my hair color's called Fire. My hair color's called fire. My hair color's called fire. My hair color's called fire. I'm no good with fires and boats. I run the risk of flooding my fire and Of burning my boat while Ignoring the silence that spoke. Yes, I'm no good with fires and boats. I run the risk of flooding my fire and Of burning my boat while ignoring the Silence that spoke. I Don't know Why my hair caught on fire again. I suppose My hair color's called fire. My hair color's called fire. My hair color's called fire. My hair color's called fire.