Sunset Burns
Once in awhile I'll walk the street-dream of dancing memories. Watch the crimson red sky burn to darkand stars.
I'll think of who I am and where I've been, sweet lavender and bitter asphalt graysAnd then I see the sunset burns, where my life has flickered and burned, across my skin there are flecks--of red.
Then the indigo drops come and fall, sliding down in silver waterfallsdown the sunset burns-the burns that now color my skin, reflect in my eyesthe flame within
And I see the broken yellow lines on this asphalt lifefade into an amber sky, with flaming red and gold eyesI walk this road of dust and sighthe girl with the sunset burns---of life.
I'll think of who I am and where I've been, sweet lavender and bitter asphalt graysAnd then I see the sunset burns, where my life has flickered and burned, across my skin there are flecks--of red.
Then the indigo drops come and fall, sliding down in silver waterfallsdown the sunset burns-the burns that now color my skin, reflect in my eyesthe flame within
And I see the broken yellow lines on this asphalt lifefade into an amber sky, with flaming red and gold eyesI walk this road of dust and sighthe girl with the sunset burns---of life.
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