Burn Songtext
von The Menzingers

Here′s to you
The same chords that I stole
From a song that I once heard
The same melody I borrowed from the void

Rather observe the structure and narrative
The characters are thin
The plot does not develop
It ends where it begins


The screen, in paperbacks
In section 8 and Cul-de-sac's
Electro-haikus and drunk sonnets are moving me along
Along

What I′d give
To force your sigh, what I'd give
To see you cry, what I'd give
For your caress, to see your blue cotton dress
Balled up on the floor

Certain memories are the problem
Certain drunken lines are the shame
700 miles and two years I can′t fight the burn