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You're Burning Me
Lyrics: John Popper
Music: Brendan Hill

I'm looking for some kind of sign
My dream is made of gold
I tread upon with muddy feet
My fever leaves me cold
I'm stretched across a thousand miles
And there's nothing I can do
Useless machines without your word
And the ropes are burning through

Fire is flame
You're burning me
Passion is pain
You're burning me

The flickering illuminates
But I only see your face
Paradise to he who waits
But it doesn't know it's place
I stand beyond the bain of time
I'm strong against the sand
Trapped inside the hourglass
Turning over in your hands

Fire is flame
You're burning me
Passion is pain
You're burning me

I'm at your mercy, at your feet
It isn't good enough
Though I am burned, I don't retain the heat
Without the sunshine of your love
You maketh me of fire and flame
No engine is en route
There's no evil in the joy you bring
But there's torture all about

Fire is flame
You're burning me
Passion is pain
You're burning me

2001 Blues Traveler Publishing Corporation

First release: Bridge
Released: 05/08/2001
Earliest time played: 05/01/2001
Last time played: 07/17/2001
Playing frequency:
  2 plays (see all shows)
  0.11% of shows in the database
  0.23% of shows since debut
  Detailed statistics
Song information:
  This is the shortest song ever recorded for release by Blues Traveler.



Paradise to he who waits
Likely a rephrasing of "All things come to those who wait", made famous by the Violet Fane poem "Tout vient à qui sait attendre".
sunshine of your love
The title of perhaps the most famous song written by Cream, the 1960's supergroup that made Eric Clapton famous.