A Place to Bury Strangers
Don’t Burn The Fires
Running away, I knew I was wrong
Just tried to fit in but I didn't belong
Wearing their clothes, playing their games
Being a part of that urban decay
Don't burn the fires, never coming home
Don't burn the fires, never coming home
When the morning sky was cold and grey
I could hear the whispers of my own mistakes
Those warning eyes, that final touch
No one seemed to care that much
Don't burn the fires, I'm never coming home
Don't burn the fires, never coming home
And when I'd reached my destination
I thought someday I might return
'Cause deep inside was the need
To feel the home fires burn
A faltering voice merely whispered my name
As if we'd never expected to hear it again
And my heart grew cold to that indifferent sound
As I slowly laid the receiver down
Don't burn the fires, don't burn the fires
Don't burn the fires, I'm never coming home
Don't burn the fires, don't burn the fires
Don't burn the fires, I'm never coming home