I've been picking by flowers
But my hands come up with weeds
Heaven out of reach
Crawling towards a promise
That was never meant for me
Grass stains on my jeans
Is it too much to want
Something warm to the touch
That I could reach out and grab
Is it too much to ask
Is it too much to need
Just a taste of the heat
That I could handle without getting hurt
I always get burned
In the blistering sun of your love
I always get burned
Oh you turn me to ashes and dust
I always get burned
Used to love the summer now I'm
Begging for the snow
Please just let me go
You're turning a garden to a desert
Don't you know
Nothing here can grow
Is it too much to want
Something warm to the touch
That I could reach out and grab
Is it too much to ask
Is it too much to need
Just a taste of the heat
That I could handle without getting hurt
I always get burned
In the blistering sun of your love
I always get burned
Oh you turn me to ashes and dust
I always get burned
I always get burned
I always get burned
I always get burned
I always get burned
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