Burning Star

Wind and rain and moving mountains

Can you feel the shifting ground?

Lay with me in a bed of ashes

Hold me while the fire rains down

Have I really come this far only to make the same mistakes?

Well, the night is long and the night is dark, hold me till the morning breaks

I'm just trying to understand this walk I'm walking

In this rush, stop long enough to hear when God is talking

Hard to figure why things are the way they are

All that I know is we're living on a pebble by a burning

Burning star

If the writing's on the wall

Can't say that we were never warned

Oh, what if everything is perfect

And all things must die to be reborn?

Is the sky really falling? Has it all been carved in stone?

Are we all just waiting here for someone to take us home?

Hard to figure why things are the way they are

All that I know is we're living on a pebble by a burning (Burning star)

In the red, poor corner country people that lived in a mountainside

No one knows just where they went, why the rain stopped and the corn all died

Aztec priest and a pyramid painting, don't it look like a flying machine?

Bones and stones out in the desert

So much for the pride of kings

Hard to figure why things are the way they are

All that I know is we're living on a pebble by a burning

Hard to figure why things are the way they are

All that I know is we're living on a pebble by a burning

Burning star