- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - John Popper
 - B Hill
 
- Genres:
 - Rock
 
- See also:
 
Blues Traveler - You're Burning Me lyrics
I'm looking for some kind of sign
 My dream is made of gold
 I tread upon with muddy feet
 The 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
 Oh, fire is flame
 You're burning me
 Oh, 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 bane of time
 I'm strong against the sandBlues Traveler - You're Burning Me - http://motolyrics.com/blues-traveler/youre-burning-me-lyrics.html
 Trapped inside the hourglass
 Turning over in your hands
 Oh, fire is flame
 You're burning me
 Oh, 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 on route
 There's no evil in the joy you bring
 But there's torture all about
 Oh, fire is flame
 You're burning me
 Oh, passion is pain
 You're burning me, oh















