Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come and Buy, artist - The Crazy World Of Arthur Brown. Date of issue: 31.12.2018
Song language: English
Come and Buy |
| When you see a fire burning inside your minds eye |
| Grieve/Breathe (???) the meaning of the flames before you let them die |
| Let them burn you through until you know that you can fly |
| Twisting — turning — falling — burning |
| Roaring balls of fire |
| Eyes that see them have no need |
| Of guides to span the wire |
| Let the flames burn you right through |
| To low the burns through higher |
| Come and see |
| Come and buy |
| I can sell you the love |
| I can buy you the morning sun |
| You can buy seven/sand/sun (???) from the morning |
| From suns to the set in the morning for tea |
| Pockets of love but nothing to buy |
| Crystals of beauty — the mountain — the sea |
| Something that ain’t through a mind full of pride |
| Going hands with the sun and set yourself free |
| Come and see |
| Come and buy |
| Come and buy… buy my love |
| Sleeping sunsets sweat their beauty |
| Melting at your feet |
| Take your mind through sacred fire |
| Leaving you complete |
| Let the flames burn you so hard |
| There can be no re-treat |
| Floating — drooping — looping — turning |
| Roaring balls of fire |
| Light the pathway you must take |
| To drag you from the myre |
| Sooth the darkness from your feet |
| Burn down your funeral pyre |
| Come and see |
| Come and buy |
| I can sell you the love |
| I can sell you the morning sun |
| You can buy seven/sand/sun (???) from the morning |
| From suns to the set in the morning for tea |
| Pockets of love but nothing to buy |
| Crystals of beauty — the mountain — the sea |
| Something that ain’t through a mind full of pride |
| Going hands with the sun and set yourself free |
| Come and see |
| Come and buy |
| Buy my fire |
| Buy my fire |
| Eyes are glaring on your face |
| Watching you below |
| Take the sun that sweats at midnight |
| Burning you below |
| See the sun as it sweats with beauty |
| Burning through the fire |
| Feeding on your soul — so deep |
| Fire |
| Come and buy my Fire |
| Come and buy my fire |
| Come and buy… |
| Buy my fire… |
| Why is it so cold down here? |
| So cold!!! |
| Let me in… |
| The price of your entry is sin |
| Go away — then return |
| Know which fase you have to turn |
| Eyes are glaring |
| Voice’s flaring |
| Woooaaah! |