Burning My Hands
In and out of the blackness
With the candles burning blue
This whole thing isn't finished
There's still a ways to run
Just when I was beginning to understand the madness

I looked away and your blood ran cold
Burning my hands burning my heart
Sleep ills the water
I float down the river
Here goes the vanishing American death trip
I hang on every word from here to there and back down the scaffold

Burning my hands burning my heart
Swinging me off the water
I float down the river
Why do I burn my hands?
Why do I?
Oh burning my hands
Oh burn my hands
Oh you're, you're burning my hands