Bombed off, in the heat of an afternoon After six weeks, straight down to the bone I was droppin', wondering could that knob still turn My possession, on board the motion master room In the great winter, does the silence in me still know When will the wind blow, when will the wind blow When will it burn off, when will it burn off Shake it, but could it shake it off of me Soaring, cloud of gravity You were the nightingale, I was the wretched bell It takes the train away, to chase elusive darkness I'm so proud to stay And then it burns off, and then it burns off Why does it burn off, why does it burn off I must take a drink Before I meet the man I'm set to become An ancient crocodile I've been stolen in the Christmas sun Burned off, in the heat of an afternoon After six weeks, straight up to the bone I'm so proud to stay And then it burns off, and then it burns off Why does it burn off, why does it burn off I must take a drink Before I meet the man I'm set to become Thanks for watching!
