At the Burnside

And we can't all be there so far

At the Burnside

We're taking everyone in the car

To the Burnside

The brothers were born with a lump in their heart

And wearing no clothes, and someone knows where they are

And sharing their lungs, seeing ghosts in the park

In houses, in trees, holding hands with a spark

And we can't all be there so far

At the Burnside

We're taking everyone in the car

To the Burnside

You're bending the truth with your hand in your heart

And games for a laugh jump from my mark

And we can't all be there so far

At the Burnside

And hope for the best when you're flying your kite

It happened before, taken from her side

And wearing no clothes, and someone knows where they are

And holding our torches through the night

At the Burnside

No sign, no sign, no sign anymore

No sign, no sign, no sign anymore

No sign, no sign, no sign anymore

No sign, no sign, no sign anymore

Anymore, anymore