Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burning Fingers, artist - Shawn Phillips. Date of issue: 31.12.1970
Song language: English
Burning Fingers |
| I look up in the sky |
| A figure bows its head |
| And then I wonder why |
| They tell me I’ll be dead |
| The ashes in the tray |
| My bones of mortal webs |
| The blood of liquid clay |
| The brain that swiftly ebbs |
| We speed on towards the light |
| Hurling blockades into sand |
| We know that that is right |
| We need to hold a hand |
| That makes us all the same |
| We see and hear and taste |
| We speak and play the game |
| Are you worried about the haste? |
| Can you identify with I? |
| Do many pieces still remain? |
| Or do you ebb and cry |
| And forget you have a name? |
| Have you ever felt the wind |
| In the leaves among your heart? |
| Or do you still intend |
| To let your love depart? |
| The force of love is strong |
| Like the light from distant space |
| The might of love is long |
| Despite refusal to end the race |
| The sun is setting down |
| Where are the eyes to see it rise? |
| No one keeps a crown |
| Except of thorns or gaudy paste |
| The time is drawing nigh |
| We can go and self destruct |
| Or simply fade away |
| With the rosy glow of dusk |
| Or open up our minds |
| And realize the depth |
| Or never see the pines |
| And accept the tragic death |
| Our fate is in our hands |
| Can the demons gain the sway |
| Or sow the lovely lands |
| And ye gods will know the way |