Wire Bound Fox Hole (Burn The Sun)

Keep this ring as a token of this season, the yellow is the meadows and the haystacks where we lay. Making faces that we miss out of the clouds, Send me a reply.

Born into the same trench with suppressed natures, you are the best friends that anyone could be blessed to love, you're loyal, courageous, a unique band of brothers
...I'll meet you there...

I'll meet you there and we'll be just fine...
I'll meet you there and we should be fine...?

Looking in this watery grave I can see synthetic lights, Cheeks like roses in winter, They blossom like we do but we never catch the cold.
The ground is spoiled by what's thicker than water, Offices are emptying like there's a plague And fibers are frayed and tarnished by the wreckers,
Something's moving further on...

Born into the same trench with suppressed natures, you are the best friends that anyone could be blessed to love, you're loyal, courageous, a unique band of brothers
Separated by emnity, Our resting is concluded, The doors ajar and echoes are hurting the accord we found, Send a conciliator if this doesn't work
We'll take flight...

Written by Chris Yeoman and David Wigglesworth - 2006