In or around this cold and broken sight
  In the heat of events got one thing right
  I walked through an invisible fire, I got burned
  I remember and I still got the scar
  Like the losened connection on your personal circuit
  
  Don't need a hammer
  Just to nail it down, nail it down
  
  You know the thing with the sideways glance
  In the heat of events there's a little chance
  Little face with a painted grin
  Comes the realization you must backwards walk in
  If it tries to escape you through an open window
  
  Step aside to miss the opening verse
  Catch the full-on blast of what's a little worse
  Within a pond down inside somewhere
  There's a rustle of quiet and the salt of air