I've listened to the things you people say Letting all that love you hide
see the light of day
Open up and let it show
Make it plain for all to see
I guess I just don't think that way Such ways are not for me They're not for me
I guess I always knew I'd start a war and lock my chances in with me,
hang a rag outside that door
And if I had a mirror
I would point my mirrors to
your ships and laugh just like a burning sun
But then that wind began to crawl
And I stumbled through the pages in the book How did I
end up selling urchins to the sea?
Is it me?
Or was it just another day
when I rose and fell just like a burning sun?
I moved on without friends and family for doing all that putting up
and pinning all that faith on me One by one I let them down
Now they wonder why
They wonder how
I walk around just like a burning sun
How do I sing of all the empty pages that it took? When I feel,
I feel I'm selling urchins to the sea
Is it me,
or was it just one hundred days?
So I rise and fall just like a burning son. Just like a burning son.
