We lit a fire on the moors
To watch the purple heather and the gauze
Go up in smoke in late July
We lit a fire on the moors
To watch the purple heather and the gauze
Go up in smoke in late July
A stupid thing to make you smile
That bracken burned like nothing I've ever seen before
What have I become, I left my friends
I'm so different now, have you forgotten my name?
Down empty streets, where footsteps never ring
In village halls with roofs now fallen in
The hours spent in silent towns
Discarded cars we drove around
The cities that have never seen a living thing
Tell it to somebody who cares
I found you hiding at the top of the stairs
Took a shower just to wash off the shame
You just kept saying the same
Have you forgotten my name?
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