Burned Off

Burned off in the heat of an afternoon

After six weeks straight soaked to the bone

I was trembling, wondering could that knob still turn

By this ash hand? Or would the motion mask the room

In a grey winter? Does the silence and the sill know

When will the wind blow? When will the wind blow?

When will it burn off?

When will it burn off?

When will it burn off?

When will it burn off?

When will it burn off?

When will it burn off?

When will it burn off?

When will it burn off?

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Shaken, but couldn't shake it off of me

Saw it, cloud of levity

You were the nightingale, I was the wretched rail

That takes the train away

To chase elusive dollar on some breathless day

And then it burns off

And then it burns off

And then it burns off

And then it burns off

And then it burns off

And then it burns off

Why does it burn off?

Why does it burn off?

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

I must take a drink

Before I meet the man I'm said to become

Intertia crocodile

Opens the door and you're eclipsed by the sun

Uh

Burned off, yeah, in the heat of an afternoon

After six weeks straight soaked to the bone, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh