Burning Feet - Fairchild

She closed the door

got my hand stuck to my surprise

she was laughing at rainbows end

was somewhere out of left field.

This broken chair has held up

the chaos of our steering hands.

now the clock has struck to twelve

the lights go down.

We shut our eyes and try

to see impossible things

it’s not a question of why

ee could never grow wings

I’m on a rocket to mars

I can’t see anything

I’m hoping one day you join.

So what if it’s your pride and joy?

Who else will know it?

We’re miles apart

and way too young to grow up

never in your wildest dreams

would I have spoken

with burning feet

we race into the open.

This crocked frame

has got me thinking

of your big heart

and how it’s sinking

I’ve come prepared

I’m not afraid of the dark

So tie the ends

and we’ll go crazy

just for one last time

it always happens differently

when I’m around.

We shut our eyes and try

to see impossible things

it’s not a question of why

we could never grow wings

I’m on a rocket to mars

I can’t see anything

I’m hoping one day you join.

So what if it’s your pride and joy?

Who else will know it?

We’re miles apart

and way too young to grow up

never in your wildest dreams

would I have spoken

with burning feet

we race into the open.

With burning feet we’ll run

and give into the open

I know nights like these we’ll see

and every kind of colour.

So what if it’s your pride and joy?

Who else will know it?

We’re miles apart

and way too young to grow up

never in your wildest dreams

would I have spoken

with burning feet

we race into the open