Burn - Jeremy Enigk

I build my house somewhere

On memories of you

A hollow field (I've made)

And wondering where I’ve gone

In lines made perfect

One chance to run away

Angel wings, marmelade

So I’m (carefree) 'till my death

Lord although I burn I am so cold

'lo you’ve sent me off

Alone in the wind you have let me go

Call of ever nation

Call of every heart

A part of my own sense of what is right

A part of my own sense of where it went wrong

In lines made perfect

One chance to run away

Angel Wings, marmelade

So I’m (carefree) 'till my death

Everytime I am safe

(God, I find) the fire

Every tear, every choice, every breath

You have let it go

Cause when this disguise won’t last

Only what is left is what you show

The call of every nation

The call of every heart

Part of my own sense of what is right

A part of my own sense of where it went wrong

Part of my own sense of what is right

A part of my own sense of where it went wrong