A Burning Soul
Owen

A Burning Soul

Father had a burning soul
Go on
Drank himself into a hole with no way out
He wasn?t a saint, but he wasn?t a bad man

Father had a burning soul
Go on
He could?ve, should?ve loved ?em all one by one
He wasn?t a saint, but he wasn?t a bad man

In his defense, he never asked to be born
He seemed content to see the world with his eyes closed

Now I?ve got a burning soul
What now?
Both ends of my prayer candle are burned out

In my defense, I was raised by a blind man on fire
Who was raised to lip-sync in his church choir
So I?m not a saint and I?m not a singer