I see the fear in his eyes All he sees is himself. Dying sparks from a flame, That could change you to stay the same. With folded hands in the dark A quiet whisper will say "If only you had the chance, To see the world through my disguise" Your burning heart won't turn it's back on me. Brother! Brother! No stone unturned, there's nothing you can do to me. Brother! Brother! Trapped in a fountain of youth, He's put his life on display. And all the littlest things, Are weighted on much greater scales. He's turning dust into gold, With his euphoric demeanour. And as the story unfolds, Would you still say you're better off. (Ohh) Your burning heart won't turn it's back on me. Brother! Brother! No stone unturned, there's nothing you can do to me. Brother! Brother! Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh Brother! Brother! Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh Brother! Brother! Your burning heart won't turn it's back on me. Brother! Brother! No stone unturned, there's nothing you can do to me. Brother! Brother!