Burnt Canvas

{warm vinyl crackle} {clean Rickenbacker guitar

arpeggios} {soft humming}

(mmmmm-mmm) Rain on the windowpane again

Waiting for the morning fog to clear

Lost inside a quiet street in Bristol

Wishing you were standing near

{subtle bass entry}

But the storm is building deep inside our minds {guitars begin to

swell} Heavy patterns that we left behind

(oh-oh-oh) {heavy distorted guitar wall enters} {hard-hitting rock drum

fill} {guitars drop

back to clean} Walking down the lane at midnight

Underneath the amber glow

Speaking words in quiet whispers

That only we could know

But the storm is building deep inside our minds

{guitars swell} Heavy patterns that we left behind (oh-oh-oh)

{explosive

hard rock guitars and drums}

Lost in Bristol fog...

(yeah,

mmmmm) {distorted guitars decay into feedback} {acoustic guitar strum to finish} {fade

out}