turning, the moon is high Ch: What the hell are we waiting for? I see the smoke on the blue horizon I smell the fires of the burning season What the
Fordítás: New Model Army. Burning Season.
stood And embraced like brothers should The fire catches when your back is turned And now we watch as the city burns And now we watch as the city burns
this world....they break like waves of hunger and desire upon these eroded shores....carrying the curses of history and a history yet unwritten....the oil burns
evenings becoming cool and fresh as the seasons change. I can't wait to see you again - feels like something good is going to happen, as if reborn in the last days of summer, burned
thunder hit Either run with it or run from it We shake New York until we crumble it Until we crumble it [Chorus] [Prodigal Sunn] Season finale, ladies
