Rusted Root
Bullets In The Fire

When I was young I threw bullets in the fire,
believe me when I tell this truth,
but now those days are gone,
lights have passed me by,
I can't disguise the way I feel,
I feel, I feel, ... feel... feel... in the tomb I held my bloom,
in this tomb I hold my bloom, into this open flame
but now those days are gone,
I've learned to change my name, into this open flame
Cause there's bullets in the fire,
I believe I lost my head will you ever know what
was sent down before those things went crazy,
is everything I ever thought it would be,
as the puppets in my head have turned into hoods,
well please bring the rain, bring the rain, rain...

Hold me touch me baby as I thank you, you

Cause now those days are gone, lights have passed me by.
My days were long taking shelter from the sky,
& there's a pulpit in my head
that's turned into a garden waiting for her lonely cry, cry...

Cause there's bullets in the fire,
I believe I lost my head will you ever know
what was sent down before those things went...

And here's my gods,
long before my head had turned to the blue sky speaking words

Reasons why, all my time was spent making wine
to bait the drunk I'd have to find now... now... now...

Wake up your memory's choking
Wake up your hand's have forgotten - you,
Wake up your wings have been tied too long, too long
Wake up it's time to go, Well it's time to go…



Mirror lyrics:


Wake up it's time to go, Well it's time to go…
Wake up your wings have been tied too long, too long
Wake up your hand's have forgotten - you,
Wake up your memory's choking

to bait the drunk I'd have to find now... now... now...
Reasons why, all my time was spent making wine

long before my head had turned to the blue sky speaking words
And here's my gods,

what was sent down before those things went...
I believe I lost my head will you ever know
Cause there's bullets in the fire,

that's turned into a garden waiting for her lonely cry, cry...
& there's a pulpit in my head
My days were long taking shelter from the sky,
Cause now those days are gone, lights have passed me by.

Hold me touch me baby as I thank you, you

well please bring the rain, bring the rain, rain...
as the puppets in my head have turned into hoods,
is everything I ever thought it would be,
was sent down before those things went crazy,
I believe I lost my head will you ever know what
Cause there's bullets in the fire,
I've learned to change my name, into this open flame
but now those days are gone,
in this tomb I hold my bloom, into this open flame
I feel, I feel, ... feel... feel... in the tomb I held my bloom,
I can't disguise the way I feel,
lights have passed me by,
but now those days are gone,
believe me when I tell this truth,
When I was young I threw bullets in the fire,


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