Lyrics

All in good time.
The longing makes diamonds for angels,
who wait in that line.

Send up your prayers,
cause' the longer we stare in the fire,
the more goes unsaid.
Now we’re both turnin’ red.

While we burn, burn, burn.
Oh how we long to be
heard, heard, her's.

There’s a ghost in us both,
we’re too ‘fraid to show so we hide ‘em.
Well let’s drive them home.

There’s a light up ahead,
and no coins or cards can divine it.
So let’s do what’s right,
and get through tonight.

While we burn, burn, burn.
Oh how we long to be heard, heard, her's.
Into the fi-re burn, burn, burn.
Oh how we long to be heard, heard, her's.
Into the fire...