She lived among hubbering flights and sparks
She breathed them in they nested in her ears
Life is toying with bringing back again
The tool that planes against the grain
Now too much has passed but never mind
Because everything turns out nicely in the summertime
Theres too many irons in the fire
Theres iron loss from iron gain, And iron sadness iron
pain
Theres too many irons to regret
Theres too many irons to forget that theres
Too many irons in the fire, Too many irons in the fire
You broke me alive how can you do this, Theres only one
of me
Theres too many irons in the fire
Theres iron guilt from iron waste of iron love for iron
hate
Theres too many irons in the fire, Too many irons in the
fire
Theres too many irons in the fire, Theres too many irons
in the fire
(But everything turns out nicely in the summertime)