Burning Benches

Let us make amends, We're not overly good friends, But its not heaven without you. You can have it all, We'll see mountains fall, But its not heaven without you. It's the symphony distorting, When were not talking, But its not heaven, without you. There's just something different, With the air about you, The signs, the shapes, the numbers, None of them give me a clue You can have it all And I'm not burning benches Cos the ash would make me choke It was me who always spluttered every time we spoke, You can have it all