In the colored light stands you

The end is in sight - no need to fight anymore

They're hot in pursuit and they're pursuing you

All the way home and now you're finally alone

All the way back home



Now you're catching dust like desire

Stockpiling stars collecting their wildfire

Fireworks outside - its the fourth of July

Now I see you - you're in a different light

You're in a different light



Like the rain when you're conscious of it

She was sparklers

Like a drug on the tip of your tongue

She gives sparklers

She was sparklers



They gunned him down outside

How long does it take? Shots echos across the lake

And there he stood in a puddle of his own blood

Slighter than snowflakes earth began to quake

All the way back home



(c) 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI