MY MIND'S BEEN GOING PLACES WITHOUT ME LATELY.
I NEED YOUR ARMS TO TAKE ME DOWN, TAKE ME TO THE GROUND.
BUT I HOLD BACK! GET AWAY FROM THE HEAT.
HOLD BACK! IN MY FIELD OF VISION.
HOLD BACK! BABY BURNING, FIRE. FIRE IN A FIELD OF MOLTEN FLOWERS,
FIRE IN A FIELD OF MOLTEN FLOWERS.
THERE'S A BUSHFIRE BURNING, YEAH.
YOU BETTER HOLD BACK! HOLD BACK!