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Burn

Your mother won’t mind if we take a cruise beneath the Stars tonight
We’ll be home right before the dawn
And anyway, Saturday is a night for turning, I’m still learning more and more
About the light you cast my way

In the end we’re just butterflies
We’re the moths around a flame
But if I know you and you know me
We’ll burn this out in perfect harmony
The end of the road is never clear from where we stand
So take my hand, and call my name and dance with me into the shimmering flames

If you never go, you’ll never know just what the world had planned
Pull up a chair and watch the years roll by
You could be a passenger, yeah, or the driver of this train
Take your choice, it may not come round again

In the end we’re just butterflies
We’re the moths around a flame
But if I know you and you know me
We’ll burn this out in perfect harmony
The end of the road is never clear from where we stand
So take my hand, and call my name and dance with me into the shimmering flames

You’re not looking much older. It’s a long time now since you cried on my shoulder
So long. Let it burn baby burn baby burn
Never tried much to work things out since you’re living up there in that rich man’s house
So long. Let it burn baby, burn baby, burn
Let it burn, yeah

Sweet Sunday

She cuts a solitary figure by the road
We’ll all read the sign, shake, sorry I can’t help you
She’s walked a thousand miles through summer suns and snows
Just to hear us claim, I’m sorry, I can’t see you

Times sure get tough when you’ve drawn a rover’s lot
On your last trip home there was no one left to meet you
Sunday is your special day, won’t you get down on your knees
And throw it all away

Oh, Sweet Sunday
Oh, Sweet Sunday

You could’ve been a mathematician, you’ve got a steel trap
For a mind that you can’t change even if you want to
Bluebell woods and picking shells off beaches in the sun
Pick a memory and smile until it comes undone

Oh, Sweet Sunday
Oh, Sweet Sunday

I met a girl called Sunday on the road to Salisbury Plain
And she told me tales of fury, grace and wonder
I don’t know where she’s headed to or where she had come from
But she told me this, they’ll never drive her under, oh no

Oh, Sweet Sunday
Oh, Sweet Sunday

She cuts a solitary figure by the road
We’ll all read the sign, shake, sorry I can’t help you

Totally

She was so totally gone
So far out of the picture
I’m still flipping frames to find a trace
I was so totally high
Waves crashing far beneath me like
No one’s going to reach me this time, this time

She was so totally wrong
But man, no she never did second chances
Put her life in storage and herself on a train
I don’t know much but I’ve got this cynical, mixed up tale for you about how
If you’ve held gold-dust never let it slip away

Baby’s riding a south-bound train
Oh, she’s so fine
Oil rainbows on a station platform
Full moon in her eyes

She is so totally gone, said the operator
At the end of a long-distance line
Playing hopscotch with the kids down in the stairwell
I filled my days but got no peace of mind

Puzzles, pages, incomplete
Circular conversations leave me cold, my marigolden girl
Out on the running boards you may find you’ve got yourself an opening
But you’ll always be my marigolden girl

Where Did You Go?

In the comfort zone on a journey home
I was listening to radio 3
Taking stock of my life, thinking where to go from here
Riding the restless steering wheel of time

When I got the call, the king that makes you hit the wall
It just stops you dead in your tracks
So I hit the brakes. That’s all it takes
Man, you’ve been swerving for some time

I close my eyes and cry. Tell you why, tell you why, tell you why
I draw an empty breath and sigh. Tell you why, tell you why, tell you why

Got bad news, such bad news, got bad news
Coming down the line

Won’t you come back? Where did you go? Man, I need you now and always
Won’t you come back? Where did you go? Man, we need you now and always

In the comfort zone on a journey home
I was listening to radio 3
And our worlds collide. There’s stuffing pouring out from the inside
Scratch the surface but it makes no sense

Got bad news, such bad news, got bad news
Coming down the line

Won’t you come back? Where did you go? Yeah, I need you now and always
Won’t you come back? Where did you go? Yeah, we need you now and always
Won’t you come back? Where did you go? We need you now and always
Won’t you come back? Where did you go? Yeah, we need you now