I used to have fun in the summer sun but now I have to run for the shade I used to have fun in the noon day sun but now its got me headed for an early
[Written by Steven Wilson] [Instrumental]
In a heart of hearts We were wrong There's no love All sense has gone Strike the match Stand well back This boat's for burning
Paint it on a wall. Burning bridges is so 1999. Carve it into stone. I guess you were looking up when you passed your footprints in the sand. Drunk with
've got a burning seed Burning deep in me The war is over but not for me It will never be Burning Burning Burning Burning Burning Burning Burning
might explode I still love you so I hate myself the love is fading but the hate still burns I still love you so I hate myself the love is fading but the HATE STILL BURNS
through The words of love, the cries of hate And the man in the moon who seduced you, then finally loosed you You climbed upon a burning rope to escape
Open up my eyes, flood it with delight Another sleepless night turns color black and white With all the things I've said, there is just regret The beating
beneath the burning tree I never gave my world away Maybe I should, maybe I could I sat beneath the burning tree The burning tree, the burning tree
dwon my eyes before the tyrant's throne I know that our screams will sound out to the world, Our blood will be like water for the tree of freedom
will burn the fleet, we can never go home Song to victory or underground Burn the fleet, we?ll be heroes or ghosts But we won?t be turned around Burn
Burn, burn, burn, you might get burned Burn, burn, burn, 'cause it's so hot Burn, burn, burn, that you might get burned Burn, burn, burn I've got a
a place Where the grass is really greener Warm, wet and wild There must be something in the water Sippin' gin and juice Laying underneath the palm trees
down a cherry tree President number two would be John Adams and then number three George Washington was the first, you see He once chopped down a cherry tree
Last year's wishes are this year's apologies Every last time I come home I take my last chance to burn a bridge or two I only keep myself this sick in
tracks to burn I stay on my J O B Nigga, me, P Diddy, B R O B The more hits we make, more money to burn The more fame we get, niggas get concerned It
I know is I would throw it all away...away In my restless hour I'm holding The words you say that lay my soul to sleep I dream of buildings that burn
