Burn 歌词

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 The ruby red cobweb, the sight I lack And there's the fear that I hear Oh, 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 tooth son Burn me now like an ant with the 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 counter move 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 tooth son Burn me now like an ant with the 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 a industry and gave under the weight Of the things I'd done by my 24th year And oh, the things I've done And oh, the gravel tooth son Burn me now like an ant with the 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 the magnifying glass Leave me charred and let the wind blow away the ash