Burning House
It's like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
And I'll cry for you in a neon bus
If my pain will stretch that far
From Crosby Street straight to your seats
It just might wake you from your sleep
The wind is blowing, hot and cold
Who am I? I don't know
Do I still belong to you, or am I only longing to?
It's like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like the blinding lights upon Times Square
Black and white without you there
Nothing more than piles of stone
Left neglected, overgrown
The busy streets feel cold and weak
The city needs its beauty sleep
Do I still belong to you, or am I only longing to?
It's like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
It's burning around me, and my heart is pounding
The curtains are on fire and all I have decided is that the future is you
We'll be something as two
And this light out of you is nothing like they used to
Oh, but it's nothing to be sad about
It's nothing to be sad about
It's like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Chilling out, chilling out, chilling out
As it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
And I'll cry for you in a neon bus
If my pain will stretch that far
From Crosby Street straight to your seats
It just might wake you from your sleep
The wind is blowing, hot and cold
Who am I? I don't know
Do I still belong to you, or am I only longing to?
It's like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like the blinding lights upon Times Square
Black and white without you there
Nothing more than piles of stone
Left neglected, overgrown
The busy streets feel cold and weak
The city needs its beauty sleep
Do I still belong to you, or am I only longing to?
It's like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
It's burning around me, and my heart is pounding
The curtains are on fire and all I have decided is that the future is you
We'll be something as two
And this light out of you is nothing like they used to
Oh, but it's nothing to be sad about
It's nothing to be sad about
It's like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Chilling out, chilling out, chilling out
As it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house, and I'm just sitting on the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Jack Rylance
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