At The Burnside

(альбом: Forget The Night Ahead - 2009)

And we can't all be there so far
At the Burnside
We're taking everyone in the car
To the Burnside

The brothers were born with a lump in their heart
And wearing no clothes, and someone knows where they are
And sharing their lungs, seeing ghosts in the park
In houses, in trees, holding hands with a spark

And we can't all be there so far
At the Burnside
We're taking everyone in the car
To the Burnside

You're bending the truth with your hand in your heart
And games for a laugh jump from my mark
And we can't all be there so far
At the Burnside

And hope for the best when you're flying your kite
It happened before, taken from her side
And wearing no clothes, and someone knows where they are
And holding our torches through the night

At the Burnside

No sign, no sign, no sign anymore
No sign, no sign, no sign anymore
No sign, no sign, no sign anymore
No sign, no sign, no sign anymore
Anymore, anymore