The Flame Lyrics
| Song | The Flame |
| Artist | Icehouse |
| Album | Measure for Measure |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| On the edge of the city in the dust and the daylight | |
| There's a place where the truth cannot hide | |
| There's no hell and no heaven, no sense in believing | |
| All you have is your hope and your pride | |
| Rusting iron, bricks and paper, hold each other for shelter | |
| So you sleep and you call it a home | |
| You may just hear the sound of the âCalm Before The Stormâ | |
| In my heart of the country far away from the town | |
| Working day after day in the factories and mines | |
| And your name is a number and your colour is black | |
| It's the colour of midnight and coal | |
| Well, the young men are restless and the old men are tired | |
| Always working for nothing and being alone | |
| You can feel the heat of the âCalm Before The Stormâ | |
| Well, you can move a mountain and shut out the sky | |
| You can put out the fire but the flame won't die, ohhhh... | |
| You must see it blue and early at morning | |
| As the smoke settles slowly and the crowd clears away | |
| The shouting is over, they have nothing to say | |
| Nineteen voices of silence lying dead in the street | |
| Nineteen voices are still now ten thousand will fight | |
| And you might know the voice of the âCalm Before The Stormâ | |
| Well, you can move a mountain and shut out the sky | |
| You can put out the fire but the flame won't die | |
| Well, you can move a mountain and shut out the sky | |
| And you can put out the fire but the flame won't die | |
| Mmm hmmm hmmm...Mmm hmmm hmmm... | |
| Mmm hmmm hmmm...Mmm hmmm hmmm... | |
| Mmm hmmm hmmm...Mmm hmmm hmmm... | |
| Mmm hmmm hmmm...Mmm hmmm hmmm... | |
| Mmm hmmm hmmm...Mmm hmmm hmmm... |
| On the edge of the city in the dust and the daylight | |
| There' s a place where the truth cannot hide | |
| There' s no hell and no heaven, no sense in believing | |
| All you have is your hope and your pride | |
| Rusting iron, bricks and paper, hold each other for shelter | |
| So you sleep and you call it a home | |
| You may just hear the sound of the Calm Before The Storm | |
| In my heart of the country far away from the town | |
| Working day after day in the factories and mines | |
| And your name is a number and your colour is black | |
| It' s the colour of midnight and coal | |
| Well, the young men are restless and the old men are tired | |
| Always working for nothing and being alone | |
| You can feel the heat of the Calm Before The Storm | |
| Well, you can move a mountain and shut out the sky | |
| You can put out the fire but the flame won' t die, ohhhh... | |
| You must see it blue and early at morning | |
| As the smoke settles slowly and the crowd clears away | |
| The shouting is over, they have nothing to say | |
| Nineteen voices of silence lying dead in the street | |
| Nineteen voices are still now ten thousand will fight | |
| And you might know the voice of the Calm Before The Storm | |
| Well, you can move a mountain and shut out the sky | |
| You can put out the fire but the flame won' t die | |
| Well, you can move a mountain and shut out the sky | |
| And you can put out the fire but the flame won' t die | |
| Mmm hmmm hmmm... Mmm hmmm hmmm... | |
| Mmm hmmm hmmm... Mmm hmmm hmmm... | |
| Mmm hmmm hmmm... Mmm hmmm hmmm... | |
| Mmm hmmm hmmm... Mmm hmmm hmmm... | |
| Mmm hmmm hmmm... Mmm hmmm hmmm... |
| On the edge of the city in the dust and the daylight | |
| There' s a place where the truth cannot hide | |
| There' s no hell and no heaven, no sense in believing | |
| All you have is your hope and your pride | |
| Rusting iron, bricks and paper, hold each other for shelter | |
| So you sleep and you call it a home | |
| You may just hear the sound of the Calm Before The Storm | |
| In my heart of the country far away from the town | |
| Working day after day in the factories and mines | |
| And your name is a number and your colour is black | |
| It' s the colour of midnight and coal | |
| Well, the young men are restless and the old men are tired | |
| Always working for nothing and being alone | |
| You can feel the heat of the Calm Before The Storm | |
| Well, you can move a mountain and shut out the sky | |
| You can put out the fire but the flame won' t die, ohhhh... | |
| You must see it blue and early at morning | |
| As the smoke settles slowly and the crowd clears away | |
| The shouting is over, they have nothing to say | |
| Nineteen voices of silence lying dead in the street | |
| Nineteen voices are still now ten thousand will fight | |
| And you might know the voice of the Calm Before The Storm | |
| Well, you can move a mountain and shut out the sky | |
| You can put out the fire but the flame won' t die | |
| Well, you can move a mountain and shut out the sky | |
| And you can put out the fire but the flame won' t die | |
| Mmm hmmm hmmm... Mmm hmmm hmmm... | |
| Mmm hmmm hmmm... Mmm hmmm hmmm... | |
| Mmm hmmm hmmm... Mmm hmmm hmmm... | |
| Mmm hmmm hmmm... Mmm hmmm hmmm... | |
| Mmm hmmm hmmm... Mmm hmmm hmmm... |
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