She lived among hubbering flights and sparks
She breathed them in they nested in her ears
Life is toying with bringing back again

The tool that planes against the grain

Now too much has passed but never mind

Because everything turns out nicely in the summertime
There's too many irons in the fire
There's iron loss from iron gain, And iron sadness iron

Pain

There's too many irons to regret

There's too many irons to forget that there's

Too many irons in the fire, Too many irons in the fire


You broke me alive how can you do this, there's only one
Of me

There's too many irons in the fire
There's iron guilt from iron waste of iron love for iron
Hate

There's too many irons in the fire, Too many irons in the
Fire
There's too many irons in the fire, there's too many irons

In the fire

(But everything turns out nicely in the summertime)