Lyrics Beacon - Guards

Beacon

I am the author
This is my book
It is a mistake
Just have a look
When once its city
Hits down for good
I know you can’t change it
Wouldn’t if I could
Hey little girl sitting next to me
Never let him tell you what you need to be
Never let him tell you how to write your book
Never let him tell you how you need to look
Rolling, look out in the night
Hold yourself out to the light
Real ones don’t fade away
No, they just burn out if and when
And I’m the director
This is my set
This is my movie
That heaven sent
Hey little girl sitting next to me
Never let him tell you what you need to be
Never let him tell you how to write your book
Never let him tell you how you need to look
Rolling, deep out in the night
Hold yourself out to the light
Real ones don’t fade away
No, they just burn a different way
We know this is, it can’t be done
This war of wars, it can’t be won
Every soldier’s someone’s son
And if all that did much for every teen
Listen, don’t fly into a dream
Here’s my rifle, here’s my gun
Here’s my only son
On the ground
Tell us something, make it good
Tell me life should understood
Tell me that it’s just begun
Oh, tell me that you’re having fun
Sunday beacon, Sunday light
Send the hour into the light
Real ones don’t fade away
No, they just burn a different way
Make it special, say we should
Happily do what no one could
Great beginnings, better ends
So come along and bring a friend
Here we go now, Harlem boy
Tell me what you can’t afford
Take the rifle, take the gun
Oh, shoot me in the blazing sun