At the Burnside

We can't all be there
 So far at the Burnside
 We're taking everyone
 In the car to the Burnside
 The brothers were born
 With a lump in their heart
 Wearing no clothes
 And someone knows where they are
 Sharing their lungs
 Seeing ghosts in the park
 In the houses, in the trees
 Holding hands with a spark
 We can't all be there
 So far at the Burnside
 We're taking everyone
 In the car to the Burnside
 You're bending the truth
 With your hand on your heart
 Games for a laugh
 Jump from my mark
 And we can't all be there
 So far at the Burnside
 Hope for the best
 When you're flying your kite
 It happened before
 Taken from her side
 Wearing no clothes
 Someone knows where they are
 Holding our torches through
 The night at the Burnside
 No sign, no sign, no sign anymore
 No sign, no sign, no sign anymore
 No sign, no sign, no sign anymore
 No sign, no sign, no sign anymore