Propane Nightmares

Something's staring me down
And I can't help but feel it's coming from
you
She's a gunshot bride, With a trigger cries
I just wonder what we've gotten our selves
into

In a trail of fire I know we will be free
again
In the end we will be one
In a trail of fire I'll burn before you
bury me
Set your sights for the sun

Mind is willing, Soul remains
This woman cannot be saved
From the trail into the fire
Mind is willing, Soul remains
This woman cannot be saved
From the trail into the fire
Anything to bring it on home

Bring it on home
Bring it on home
Bring it on home

Much to weak to jump yourself
Heal the wounds or crack the shell
Lift yourself from once below
Much to weak to jump yourself
Heal the wounds or crack the shell
Lift yourself from once below
Raise the anchor bring it on home
Bring it on home
Bring it on home
Bring it on home

In a trail of fire I know we will be free
again
In the end we will be one
In a trail of fire I'll burn before you
bury me
Set your sights for the sun

Bring it on home