Fire-Mare
Oh, I never learned how to hate
I never learned how to be hated
Can it be controlled?
Can anything be controlled?
It hurts like a cancer in me
But in every room I still can feel his ghost
Blood rushing around us
Like a herd of phantom horses
I will burn every place that we entered
And I will burn away this hatred within me
And when I sleep
I will dream about a dove upon the wind
I'll dream about a child
And the words I would say
To his father and mother
Owen are you there?
End this nightmare I'm in
Rush to my arms in the morning
And meet me out on the same platform
How badly I wish for it
That we can be angels
And not this bullshit
I will burn every place that we entered
And I will burn away this hatred within me
We had no future
And if I was in love, it had no story
Love it will forget
Love has already
And if I was in love now
I am nothing
I will dream about a dove on the wind
I'll dream about a child
And the words I would say
To his father and mother
Oh, I never learned how to hate
I never learned how to be hated
Can it be controlled?
Can anything be controlled?
It hurts like a cancer in me
But in every room I still can feel his ghost
Blood rushing around us
Like a herd of phantom horses
I never learned how to be hated
Can it be controlled?
Can anything be controlled?
It hurts like a cancer in me
But in every room I still can feel his ghost
Blood rushing around us
Like a herd of phantom horses
I will burn every place that we entered
And I will burn away this hatred within me
And when I sleep
I will dream about a dove upon the wind
I'll dream about a child
And the words I would say
To his father and mother
Owen are you there?
End this nightmare I'm in
Rush to my arms in the morning
And meet me out on the same platform
How badly I wish for it
That we can be angels
And not this bullshit
I will burn every place that we entered
And I will burn away this hatred within me
We had no future
And if I was in love, it had no story
Love it will forget
Love has already
And if I was in love now
I am nothing
I will dream about a dove on the wind
I'll dream about a child
And the words I would say
To his father and mother
Oh, I never learned how to hate
I never learned how to be hated
Can it be controlled?
Can anything be controlled?
It hurts like a cancer in me
But in every room I still can feel his ghost
Blood rushing around us
Like a herd of phantom horses
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Owen Pallett
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