Lyrics Burning - The William Blakes

Burning

A man considers dust
To burn him self away
Smaller ring to dust
Like the things he want to say
He lies him self a flame
He doesn’t make a sound
His tears speal all this name
His name travels the world around
his burning, his burning
With nothing left to lose
No one listen’s in
The silence is coming
To take away our since
You can see in me
There’s russell image here
The world that no one knows
Is just behind that hill
We burning, we burning
We learning to wait
We’re burning, we’re burning
We learning to wait
We’re burning, we’re burning
We learning to wait
We burning, we burning
We learning to wait