Propane Nightmares

Something's tearing me down
And down
Can't help, but feel it's coming from you
She's a gunshot bride
With a trigger cries
I just wonder what we've gotten ourselves into
In a trail of fire I know we will be free again
In the end we will be one
In a trail of fire I'll burn before you bury me
Set your sights for the sun

Mind is willing
Soul remains
This woman cannot be saved
From the drawn into the fire
Mind is willing
Soul remains
This woman cannot be saved
From the drawn into the fire
Any danger
Bring it on home

Much too weak to jump yourself
Heal the wounds or crack the shell
Lift yourself from once below
Much too weak to jump yourself
Heal the wounds or crack the shell
Lift yourself from once below
Praise the anger
Bring it on home
In a trail of fire, I know we will be free again
In the end we will be one
In a trail of fire Ill burn before you bury me
Set your sights for the sun
Bring it on home