Burning Sun (Hammond version) Lyrics

	[Limited Edition Bonus Track:]
	He shows disdain for all this world
	Dreams of spaceships, to raise him high
	What's in his head's made of fantasies
	Celestial bodies, all kinda stars
	In a different time he'd fly, leave his petty life behind
	Pass all planets, make his way through our galaxy - and
	Gape in awe at the burning sun
	A tangled mesh, insane, divine
	Near infinite mighty source
	Of a day not bound to end
	Spends his days on a cloud it seems
	Go and nudge him, ask what it’s like
	He’d smile and turn, as if tantalized
	Concealing something, ain’t there for real
	His illusions make him see his wildest dreams come true
	Quite the helmsman, his hands clenched on some steering wheel and
	Gape in awe at the burning sun
	A tangled mesh, insane, divine
	Near infinite mighty source
	Of a day not bound to end

	Limited Edition Bonus Track:
	He shows disdain for all this world
	Dreams of spaceships, to raise him high
	What' s in his head' s made of fantasies
	Celestial bodies, all kinda stars
	In a different time he' d fly, leave his petty life behind
	Pass all planets, make his way through our galaxy and
	Gape in awe at the burning sun
	A tangled mesh, insane, divine
	Near infinite mighty source
	Of a day not bound to end
	Spends his days on a cloud it seems
	Go and nudge him, ask what it' s like
	He' d smile and turn, as if tantalized
	Concealing something, ain' t there for real
	His illusions make him see his wildest dreams come true
	Quite the helmsman, his hands clenched on some steering wheel and
	Gape in awe at the burning sun
	A tangled mesh, insane, divine
	Near infinite mighty source
	Of a day not bound to end

	Limited Edition Bonus Track:
	He shows disdain for all this world
	Dreams of spaceships, to raise him high
	What' s in his head' s made of fantasies
	Celestial bodies, all kinda stars
	In a different time he' d fly, leave his petty life behind
	Pass all planets, make his way through our galaxy and
	Gape in awe at the burning sun
	A tangled mesh, insane, divine
	Near infinite mighty source
	Of a day not bound to end
	Spends his days on a cloud it seems
	Go and nudge him, ask what it' s like
	He' d smile and turn, as if tantalized
	Concealing something, ain' t there for real
	His illusions make him see his wildest dreams come true
	Quite the helmsman, his hands clenched on some steering wheel and
	Gape in awe at the burning sun
	A tangled mesh, insane, divine
	Near infinite mighty source
	Of a day not bound to end

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