Mince

It's a sweet burn
With a sweet breeze

The cool air
Fills the lungs of temptation
The dark night
Moves on up through the mind
They won't move it up
They won't be moving on

It's the street grey
That derived the thinking
The obvious truth
Shock to the core
They all hurt

It's the suffrage
That gave this to you
They won't move it up
They won't be moving on
It's the suffrage
That gave this to you

At the shoreline
Is the baseline
So, swim on out
To the deep blue meaning
They know you're there waiting
Treading this favorable desire

It's a sweet burn
It's a sweet breeze
A sweet burn
It's a sweet breeze