we can't all be there so far
at the Burnside
we're taking everyone in the car
to the Burnside
the brothers were born with a lump in their hearts
wearing no clothes
someone knows where they are
sharing their lungs
seeing ghosts in the park
houses in trees
holding hands with a spark
we can't all be there so far
at the Burnside
we're taking everyone in the car
to the Burnside
you're bending the truth with your hand in your heart
games for a laugh
jump from my mark
and we can't all be there so far
at the Burnside
hope for the best
when you are flying your kite
it happened before, taken from her side
wearing no clothes
someone knows where they are
holding our torches through the night
at the Burnside
no sign, no sign, no sign anymore
no sign, no sign, no sign anymore
no sign, no sign, no sign anymore
anymore, anymore, anymore