Burn Songtext
von Admiral Fallow

So there′s trouble again on the eastern plains
As a floral tribute is draped from my back
It's the lure of the cattle market calling again
A ruby red cobweb, the sight I lack

And there′s the fear that I hear of a hundred wailing sirens
The sound I'm drowned by, the tinnitus that lasts
As I burn with the heat of a thousand red flares
I could play dot-to-dot with the freckles on your face

And oh, the things I've done
And oh, the gravel-toothed sun
Burn me now like an ant with a magnifying glass
Leave me charred and let the wind blow away the ash

So I marked another tally and took a train back
To the town that raised me from tiny blade of grass
And I was chased by a giant black spool of cellophane
That bound my body and cut off the gas


And was it the alcoholic blessing I gave myself
Or the countermove book I hold
Or the smell that rises post heavy downpour
Or the groove down her back like a book′s centerfold

And oh, the things I′ve done
And oh, the gravel-toothed sun
Burn me now like an ant with a magnifying glass
Leave me charred and let the wind blow away the ash

So there's trouble again on the eastern plains
And those sirens are all I hear
I was humbled by industry and gave under the weight
Of the things I′d done by my twenty-fourth year

And oh, the things I've done
And oh, the gravel-toothed sun
Burn me now like an ant with a magnifying glass
Leave me charred and let the wind blow away the ash
And oh, the things I did
And oh, I was just a kid
Burn me now like an ant with a magnifying glass
Leave me charred and let the wind blow away the ash