Lights alive tantalize
Littered streets of despair
Weaving thru the fabric's ooze
Sneaking with silent care
Darkness moving down the hall
Creeping sounds creaking out
Shadowy shapes, black in form
b**p the room door sound
The room door sound
Free burning
Rolling in, destined to find a place
Free burning
Sparks of light
Free burning
Rolling in
Free burning
Past the little red burning, burning wagon along the walls
The walls are tuning of grey
Living balloons circle part of the room
Down, down in the corner, in the corner to play
So go upstairs to the attick packed
Where knowledge and books and pictures become one
In the scheme of things
Once something's finished
There�s alway something to be done
Free burning
Savoring the minute at hand
Free burning
Flames are high
Free burning
Savoring
Free burning
In the race to capture the chase
After all is done and done
Forgetting what memory finds
Start anew, star anew with more to lose
Return to the scene of the grime
Littered streets of despair
Weaving thru the fabric's ooze
Sneaking with silent care
Darkness moving down the hall
Creeping sounds creaking out
Shadowy shapes, black in form
b**p the room door sound
The room door sound
Free burning
Rolling in, destined to find a place
Free burning
Sparks of light
Free burning
Rolling in
Free burning
Past the little red burning, burning wagon along the walls
The walls are tuning of grey
Living balloons circle part of the room
Down, down in the corner, in the corner to play
So go upstairs to the attick packed
Where knowledge and books and pictures become one
In the scheme of things
Once something's finished
There�s alway something to be done
Free burning
Savoring the minute at hand
Free burning
Flames are high
Free burning
Savoring
Free burning
In the race to capture the chase
After all is done and done
Forgetting what memory finds
Start anew, star anew with more to lose
Return to the scene of the grime