We burn burn and we say goodnight And we do it all again and around and around we go. You cover ground with a dangerous life, And you look like a painting of a bearded saint in a robe. Even if we tell a lie no one's gonna know, Until we fall back, fall back Even though we're so sharp. I built this house on solid ground, Will you come and stay with me I'll settle down. I dig graves for the empty lives, That have been to the bottom And back again and again, You cover ground with a natural high And everywhere you go The people invite you in.