Acres

My bed is burning
In dreams I'm falling
Why don't you go outside to beg the stars
To shut it down the fire from the sky

So then you're struggling
Unless you're walking
Your angels from above are not enough
Your saints will fall down like a house of cards

And then you're flying away
And then you're flying away
And then you're flying away
Why don't you shut it away

And then you're flying away
And then you're flying away



Credits
Writer(s): David Martin
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