I’ll Buy You a Bird

I heard you, but the problem is I didn't hear you both
You're coming through like weird electric jive
Bumming your role, I'm playing your role
Will you love me come Saturday?
Yeah, I know it's too hard to plan it
And will the attachment stay attached?
Until destroyed by a match
Watch it burn a light in the night
Watch it burn a light in the night
Fire cleanses a soul, fire cleanses a spirit
But I don't wanna hear it
Through a box with wires
I wanna taste it with my own two eyes
Burn, baby, burn
Burn, baby, burn, baby, burn, baby, burn