hills of dreams you set upon feels what follows burns cause its hollow your here and now im gone

burning tomorrow

its all alone what is left are you coming home

spreading wings and flying on
what I had and what you want
still im a shadow 
burns cause its hollow

BURNING TOMORROW

DAWN - a new America - where are you? are you claiming scalps? are you wandering without a home? Painting stick figures in the sand with colors that fade beneath the bleaching sun. We are what you want and we will bring you along for the ride.

BURNING TOMORROW

Martini Rex