Beautiful Burning Desire - Blackout Beach

Don’t dance there, that’s my husband’s spot

He danced upon that spot three hundred hours ago

And made a tower for the funeral fire

Until I’m gonna say you cut two away

Run, run, run away

I’d better run into the woods behind the wooding hall

And drink whiskey just two away

Run, run, run away

Beautiful burning

Ire, shall we turn the tools

You’re gonna run away

You’re gonna run away

You’re gonna run away

You’re gonna run away

Don’t you run away

Don’t you run away

You’re gonna run away

Don’t you run away

You’re gonna run away

You’re gonna run away

I don’t feel so well

I don’t feel so well

I don’t feel so well

I don’t feel so well