BuRNiNG BeNCHeS

let us make amends
we're not overly good friends
but its not heaven
without you

you can have it all
we'll see mountains fall
but its not heaven
without you

its a symphony distorting
when we're not talking
but its not heaven
without you

and i'm not burning benches
cause the ash will make me choke
it was me who always spluttered
everytime we spoke
you can have it all

there's just something different
with the air about you
the sign,the shapes,the numbers
then give me a clue
you can have it all