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 heart
wearing no clothes
someone knows where they are
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 on their 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're 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
no sign
no sign
no sign
anymore
anymore
anymore