Letras:
Wallflowers The Rebel Sweetheart

: Cherry picking through the stars and falling cannonballs waiting for the break of dawn to start its morning crawl polluted rays of filtered light tropical

: Quarter Moon, On a city growing thick With good advice that won't stick. From the ballrooms to the suburbs, abandoned mines Atlantis may be rising

: I'm here by my window I am waiting for your parade I will salute you From above the crowd As you make your way You won the battle You've won the war

: Fire on the porch on a summer's night All of my things are there inside Black smoke rise up, burn on burn higher I smell leaves and burning tires Dogs

: Home Where you wanna be Beneath the summer sky on summer's eve Before too soon the day will come Before too long you'll walk in the sun Where the olive

: Last night I dreamt one thousand lies I could see the dawn through a different set of eyes There in my slumber passing time Long live the world resting

Seems like the world's gone underground No gods or heroes dare to go down Tear drops from a hole in heaven come Overhead like ravens dropping down like

's only got four corners Back to your trenches, back to California Days keep coming and the years overlap Been crawling all over each other like wet cats I hear the rebels

Fire on the porch on a summer's night All of my things are there inside Black smoke rise up, now burn on, burn higher I smell leaves and burning tires