There's a light, burning like a fire
There's a song, comin through the wire
I keep my radio, warm and low
Bring it by my house, where the wildflowers grow
In the night, pull our dinner from the garden
We were wong, to deny our lip and our tongue
In the glow, warm and low
Bring it by my house, where the seed we sow
There's a heart, (heartbeat), beating like an ancient drum
There's a rhythm to the rising of the painted sun
In the shadow of a golden willow
Bring it by my house, you can call it your home
Bring it by my house, where the wild hearts roam
In the kindness of her cover
We can hide away
Till the fires burn down
And the cure is found
And we hear no sound
These walls, hold the voices of one hundred years
And in the silence, hear their chorus ringin in my ears
(ringin, ringin, ringin, ringin)
And in the catacomb lies my soul
Bring it by my house
You can call it your home
There's a light, burning like a fire
There's a song, comin through the wire
I keep my radio, warm and low
Bring it by my house, where the wildflowers grow
From the seed we sow
Where wild hearts roam
You can call it your home
In the kindness of her cover
We can hide away
Till the fires burn down
And the cure is found
And we hear no sound (hear, no sound)
Till we hear no sound (hear no sound)
Till we hear no sound (hear no sound)
Hear no sound (hear no sound)
Hear no sound (hear no sound)
Hear no sound
(No sound)
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