The Backyard Of My Life
When The Night Flames With Fire
When the night flames with fire
While shadows dance on the dark edge
With eyes wide open distant from dreams
Laying still in the solitude of silence
Trying to stop my imagination
Running far away with itself
I feel so tired but my heart is wired
Digging for gold dust hoping to
Swallow some sleep
Fishing for a shooting star
With sentimental feelings buried way down deep
Watching the rain make faces
In the condensation on the windowsill
When evenings empire is washed away in the sand
Broken by the suns blinding light
With my feet on a pillow perched up proudly
Surrounded by a dozen different daisy chains
The candle burns down to the bottom
As the radio station turns to static
Playing some old ballad and white noise
I feel so tired but introverted and inspired
Walking over a giant graffiti bridge
Looking at the pieces of puzzle in the paint
Maybe there's a message written in the wall
With time bombs nailed to the crosses
Of all of my burdens and beliefs
Holding all of my history in my hands
By Keith Hagger
