Driving this train right off the tracks,
Endless cars in cul-de-sacs,
And fallen stars,
Are dying apart.
This empty roads going nowhere,
I don't wanna be an old man in his chair,
On his porch that never passed his torch,
To light the way...
Well I've been getting lost in London,
Am I burning out?
And my eyes are closing,
And my paths been tearing you apart,
Oh this is who you are!
And my heart's been frozen,
Ten thousand miles from the start,
Oh sometimes it's hard,
Oh sometimes it's hard,
(Burning down in the summer fires)
When nobody here knows my name,
I feel the old me inside my veins,
His concrete will,
Well it can't stay still,
He's crawling out,
Well I've been getting lost in London,
Feel it burning down.
And with reasons I will change,
They come and go like summer fires,
And as the seasons fall away,
Only left are my desires,
Burning down in the summer fires.
