Flame Trees - by Cold Chisel. ---------------------------- Written by Steve Prestwich/Don Walker From "Twentieth Century" Kids out driving Saturday afternoon
the happy hour at one of two hotels Settle in to play 'Do you remember so and so?' Number three is never say her name Oh, the flame trees will blind
and night to day You let me loose upon their fragile flesh And so I hid among the smallest things You found me there and ferried me above The flame
you This very night I've never been this cold The fire's gravity compels Like planets cling to soul I feel my orbit start to fail Like moths to flame
moon out Niggaz in they trucks creepin' With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches Yea, team select, please collect, G's connect Thieves nigga direct the trees
' out ya name) It ain't incorrectly (They gonna start a flame) It ain't incorrectly (They callin' out ya name) It ain't incorrectly (They gonna start a flame
Joseph and Alexander ride their flaming swans above Miss Dovepost and her loudmouth niece who had a fear of geese and who even in a corset looked remarkably
thats passed and shrunken Falls away under the trees In another garden I'm lost again Like the razor's kiss It's you I hold And the flame still burns
WE BELIEVE In the grass in the trees WE SUPPORT Living life cause life is short WE UPHOLD Sky of blue sun of gold WE MAINTAIN On sunny days all
Well, I'm flying down desert streets Wrapped in mother's wine and sheets Asbestos boots on flaming feet Dreaming of forbidden treats When uniforms on
You know it's gonna bleed sometimes Dig me out from this thorn tree Help me bury my shame Keep my eyes from the fire They can't handle the flame They
mountain top this evening I wonder could it ever be the same yeah Yeah I wonder will we ever feel the flame, alright Will we ever feel the flame, yeah flame
paint your palette blue and grey look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. shadows on the hills sketch the trees and
In the wasteland On the way to the Red Queen It's no wonder our stage clothes Have dreams to be famous Trees in the courtyard Are painted in blood, so
born. Yes, I can run, but I can't hide. Gon' be like that until I'm gone, gone. Drama always seems to find me, find me, find me. Roll down-a my family tree
rap a song, just another day. While ya bullshhhhh, crack the top on that Alize! ???ause we don??° play in this land of the loc???, where brothers, they smoke trees
I know they watchin me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall Scheming on my property, we got the remedy Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree
were here things were a bit askew Well, you know what happens after dark When rattlesnakes lose their skins and their hearts And all the missionaries lose their bark Oh, all the trees
