We can't all be there So far at the Burnside We're taking everyone In the car to the Burnside The brothers were born With a lump in their heart Wearing no clothes And someone knows where they are Sharing their lungs Seeing ghosts in the park In the houses, in the trees Holding hands with a spark We can't all be there So far at the Burnside We're taking everyone In the car to the Burnside You're bending the truth With your hand on your heart Games for a laugh Jump from my mark And we can't all be there So far at the Burnside Hope for the best When you're flying your kite It happened before Taken from her side Wearing no clothes Someone knows where they are Holding our torches through The night at the Burnside No sign, no sign, no sign anymore No sign, no sign, no sign anymore No sign, no sign, no sign anymore No sign, no sign, no sign anymore