When I was young I threw bullets in the fire, believe me when I tell
this truth, but now those days are gone, lights have passed me by, I
can't disguise the way I feel, I feel, I feel,...feel...feel...in the
tomb I held my bloom, in this tomb I hold my bloom, into this open flame
but now those days are gone, I've learned to change my name, into this
open flame
Cause there's bullets in the fire, I believe I lost my head, & will you
ever know what was sent down before those things went crazy, is
everything I ever thought it would be, as the puppets in my head have
turned into hoods, well please bring the rain, bring the rain, rain...
Hold me touch me baby as I thank you, you
Cause now those days are gone, lights have passed me by. My days were
long taking shelter from the sky, & there's a pulpit in my head that's
turned into a garden walking waiting for her lonely cry, cry...
Cause there's bullets in the fire, I believe I lost my head, & will you
ever know what was sent down before those things went...
And here's my gods, long before my head had turned to the blue sky
speaking words
Reasons why, all my time was spent making wine to bait the drunk I'd
have to find now...now...now...
Wake up your memory's choking - Wake up your hand's have forgotten -
you, Wake up your wings have been tied too long, too long - Wake up it's
time to go, Well it's time to go |