Burn

I build my house somewhere
On memories of you
A hollow field
(I've made)
And wondering where I've gone

In lines made perfect
One chance to run away
Angel wings, marmalade
So I'm
(Covering)
'Til my death

Lord although I burn I am so cold
you've sent me
Off alone in the wind
You have let me go

Call of ever nation, call of every heart
A part of my own sense of what is right
A part of my own sense of where it went wrong

In lines made perfect
One chance to run away
Angel wings, marmalade
So I'm
(Covering)
'Til my death

Everytime I am safe
(Gotta find)
The fire, every tear, every choice, every breath
You have let it go 'cause when misty skies won't last
Only what is left is what you show

The call of every nation, the call of every heart
Part of my own sense of what is right
A part of my own sense of where it went wrong
Part of my own sense of what is right
A part of my own sense of where it went wrong