Tribes of Europe, Barbara Stretch - Burned
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Skin, blistered and broken
Pain that won't let you sleep
Words that stay unspoken

Friends, friends can't meet your point of view
Can't imagine what it's like to be you
Now their eyes are open

The street looks different to yesterday
cnd it's never changing back again

You've been burned
cnd not for the first time
cnd you'll learn
It's not even the worst time

Wait, you wait for the heel of the drop
Pass the point where time seems to stop
cnd still, you keep on falling

Hear me, Father, I'll do anything
(Just) stop the fire on my broken wing

You, you drive so confidently
But it's late, I want to leave
I feel the hours stalling

I hear the window-wipers beat in the rain
Smell the leather etching into my brain
I left a blank space for your reply
But you laughed and I pretended not to cry

"ch please honey* dry your eyes
We've all been somebody's consolation prize”

We've been burned
cnd not for the first time
cnd you'll learn
There's always a worse time