I want a fire that could burn me clean
Light the sky with my black-eyed dreams
And let my soul fly
And let my soul fly

I want a fire burn down the door
Let the wounds of my embers soar
And let my soul fly
And let my soul fly

Let it go

Pavement beneath my feet
I watch the white lines fly
Nothing between us here, but the black blue sky
Suspended up here in the air, like a still life
We’re suspended up here in the air, like a still life

Let it go

I believe you’re the fire that could burn me clean




Behind the Song:
"Any sorrow can be borne if it can be made into a story, or if a story can be told about it."
-Isak Dinesen

My wife says that surfing is like a form of baptism for me, that my time in the saltwater washes me clean. Often I come back from surfing ready for life in ways that I wasn't before: quicker to laugh, slower to get angry, more eager to help. The ocean puts me in my place- a finite creature humbled by the seemingly infinite expanse of ocean before me.

The refining experiences of life are not only found in the water. At times it feels like a trial by fire- almost as though the impurities are melted away so that the soul can shine from beneath. The lyrical inspiration for BA55 was that refining fire. The experience will leave you humbled, maybe even broken. But there everything is different on the other side- there's a new found purpose, a deeper understanding of life.
-- Jon Foreman