it's a beautiful night
enjoying the quiet
spent it awaiting a fight
the moon hangs high and bright in the sky
the air is clear
i wish you were here
instead of paralyzed by fear

out of the frying pan
and into the flames
left alone by relentless empty doubts
into the flames
like rebuilding the ruins of an ancient city
all alone, brick by brick, every little pain
blood, sweat and tears
all in vain
you'd rather see the tornado in someone else's city
than live your own life without rain

you patiently wait for doom that will never come
i stay beside, but behind
always waiting
looking for things you'll never find
out of the frying pan
and into the flames

i look to you for light
but your face is empty
preoccupied, the you i knew is nowhere in sight
scanning for imagined wrongs
lost inside

out of the frying pan
and into the flames
i don't have a plan
i knew this was coming
nevermind there's no reason
you fight for nothing
committed to treason

it's a lovely night for yet another pointless fight
that familiar eerie silence overtakes
nothing is there to bring to light
you can't see
another blind fight

out of the frying pan
and into the flames
the slate can never be erased
sick of these games
I jumped out of the frying pan
and into the flames to catch you