August 1973

They tried to hold the summer hostage In an acrylic cage And tar on a mountain In the middle of the sea The fire never takes our side So we burn, burn, burned Yeah we burn, burn, burn Oh Well the teeth, with time, a crooked line [?] crest of the waves that gnaws Upon the rocks and on the cliff We were like satellites, satellites So we burn, burn, burn Yeah we burned, burned, burned Yeah we burned, we burned, we burned Oh