The house on Auburn Street is burning to the ground Fire trucks on the lawn and a crowd is gathered round An apparition in a small suburban town The house on Auburn Street is burning to the ground
Birthdays and barbecues – come on you sleepy head He watched the evening news while she put us both to bed Drowsing in our room, and drifting in the dark In the house on Auburn Street waiting for our lives to start
You were the older one and I never saw you cry Always the bolder one; nothing that you wouldn’t try I found you on the roof shooting sparks into your veins And staring vacantly across the green suburban plains
There were rescue missions, ultimatums and promises of love They did the best they could, oh but it was never quite enough
The sparks are flying now like fireworks in July The dogs are barking now and the kids are hypnotized And I should be crying now, but I’m laughing at the joke Cause the house on Auburn Street is going up in smoke The house on Auburn Street is going up in smokeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
