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For The Fallen Dreams

Burning Season

 

Burning Season

(album: Six - 2018)


With the smell of the smoke filling up the air
Fire spreading at my feet now
And it burns and it fills every bit of you
We are igniting, we are igniting

And when the fire burns out how will we know
Will we get back to the place that we called home
And when the smoke clears from everything we've known
Will we get back to the place that we called home

No comfort and sleepless nights
We suffer in silence
No comfort and tired days
There is a fire between us
No comfort and sleepless nights
We suffer in silence
No comfort and tired days
There is a fire between us

It was like bliss when we spoke
But I lost myself in all the smoke
I could always sense her smell
She was the perfect kind of hell
We are together forever burning
But I could always sense her smell
She was the perfect kind of hell

I'm setting fire, setting fire
Setting fire to my soul
Setting fire to my soul
Blue and burning they take me away
If this is how it ends
I'm letting go
I'm letting go
I'm letting go

No comfort and sleepless nights
We suffer in silence
No comfort and tired days
There is a fire between us
No comfort and sleepless nights
We suffer in silence
No comfort and tired days
There is a fire between us

It was like bliss when we spoke
But I lost myself in all the smoke
I could always sense her smell
She was the perfect kind of hell
We are together forever burning
But I could always sense her smell
She was the perfect kind of hell

And when the fire burns out how will we know
Will we get back to the place that we called home
And when the smoke clears from everything we've known
Will we get back to the place that we called home

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