Letras:Hawksley Workman. Watching the Fires.

Running through the castle
The fires around you burn
I'm a ghost here from somewhere
Watching the fires around you burn

Watching the fires around you burn

Watching the fires around you burn

There's a fireplace beside your bed
There's a candle in the hall
There's a burning to be someone else
When the summer turns to fall

Watching the fires around you burn

Watching the fires around you burn

And the sound and the colour
Goes and washes through the water
And the space beneath the picture
And the comfort that it brought her
And she lights herself a pipe
And she sings herself to sleep
Singing oh, oooh...

Watching the fires around you burn...

There's a burning to be someone else
When the summer turns to fall...