Don`t Burn The Fires — текст песни (Dead Moon)

Running away, I knew I was wrong
I`s tried to fit in where I didn`t belong
Wearing their clothes, playing their games
Being a part of that urban decay
Don`t burn the fires, I`m 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
So don`t burn the fires, I`m 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
But 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