Fireman
I don't know what I know
I don't feel what I feel
Bitten dust as I fall
Come on let's get surreal
Leading lives of contempt
Counting money we'll spend
Licking flames in his eyes
How come we got so high
Pulling faces
Can really drag you down
But when they kick you
Take the option just stay down
But as he pushed her aside
His eyes open WIde
As the room said
I'm coming to get you
Fireman come and take me home
Fireman come and take me home
Faces I don't know
Tears I can't show
Think about them now
Things I've left unsaid
Enough to raise the dead
I pray that I won't dream
Ironical prose
And even though l've tried
What good's it done we've died
A harvest full of pain
I'm closer to you now
Took this to show me how
See you in your sleep
Digging holes with no shame
Kicking stones with no name
Sending people to sleep
Or am I just getting deep
Selling songs with no shame
Another brand with no name
Being useful instead
Practising being dead
Pulling faces
Can really drag you down
But when they kick you
Don't turn around
But as they hold you up close
Closer than most
Say the fireman is coming to get you
Fireman come and take me home
Fireman come and take me home
Faces I don't know
Tears I can't show
I think about them now
Things I've left unsaid
Enough to raise the dead
I pray that I won't dream
Ironical Prose
And even though I've tried
What goods it done we've died
A harvest full of pain
I'm closer to you now
Took this to show me how
See you in your sleep
Tin Man
Tin Man
Tin Man
Fireman
I don't feel what I feel
Bitten dust as I fall
Come on let's get surreal
Leading lives of contempt
Counting money we'll spend
Licking flames in his eyes
How come we got so high
Pulling faces
Can really drag you down
But when they kick you
Take the option just stay down
But as he pushed her aside
His eyes open WIde
As the room said
I'm coming to get you
Fireman come and take me home
Fireman come and take me home
Faces I don't know
Tears I can't show
Think about them now
Things I've left unsaid
Enough to raise the dead
I pray that I won't dream
Ironical prose
And even though l've tried
What good's it done we've died
A harvest full of pain
I'm closer to you now
Took this to show me how
See you in your sleep
Digging holes with no shame
Kicking stones with no name
Sending people to sleep
Or am I just getting deep
Selling songs with no shame
Another brand with no name
Being useful instead
Practising being dead
Pulling faces
Can really drag you down
But when they kick you
Don't turn around
But as they hold you up close
Closer than most
Say the fireman is coming to get you
Fireman come and take me home
Fireman come and take me home
Faces I don't know
Tears I can't show
I think about them now
Things I've left unsaid
Enough to raise the dead
I pray that I won't dream
Ironical Prose
And even though I've tried
What goods it done we've died
A harvest full of pain
I'm closer to you now
Took this to show me how
See you in your sleep
Tin Man
Tin Man
Tin Man
Fireman
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