Burning Feet

She closed the door
got my hand stuck to my surprise
she was laughing at rainbows end
was somewhere out of left field.
This broken chair has held up
the chaos of our steering hands.
now the clock has struck to twelve
the lights go down.
We shut our eyes and try
to see impossible things
it’s not a question of why
ee could never grow wings
I’m on a rocket to mars
I can’t see anything
I’m hoping one day you join.
So what if it’s your pride and joy?
Who else will know it?
We’re miles apart
and way too young to grow up
never in your wildest dreams
would I have spoken
with burning feet
we race into the open.
This crocked frame
has got me thinking
of your big heart
and how it’s sinking
I’ve come prepared
I’m not afraid of the dark
So tie the ends
and we’ll go crazy
just for one last time
it always happens differently
when I’m around.
We shut our eyes and try
to see impossible things
it’s not a question of why
we could never grow wings
I’m on a rocket to mars
I can’t see anything
I’m hoping one day you join.
So what if it’s your pride and joy?
Who else will know it?
We’re miles apart
and way too young to grow up
never in your wildest dreams
would I have spoken
with burning feet
we race into the open.
With burning feet we’ll run
and give into the open
I know nights like these we’ll see
and every kind of colour.
So what if it’s your pride and joy?
Who else will know it?
We’re miles apart
and way too young to grow up
never in your wildest dreams
would I have spoken
with burning feet
we race into the open