Hawksley Workman
Watching the Fires
Running through the castleThe fires around you burnI'm a ghost here from somewhereWatching the fires around you burnWatching the fires around you burnWatching the fires around you burnThere's a fireplace beside your bedThere's a candle in the hallThere's a burning to be someone elseWhen the summer turns to fallWatching the fires around you burnWatching the fires around you burnAnd the sound and the colourGoes and washes through the waterAnd the space beneath the pictureAnd the comfort that it brought herAnd she lights herself a pipeAnd she sings herself to sleepSinging oh, oooh...Watching the fires around you burn...There's a burning to be someone elseWhen the summer turns to fall...
From Letras Mania