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 pa**ed but never mind
Because everything turns out nicely in the summertime
There's too many irons in the fire
There's iron loss from iron gain
And iron sadness, iron pain
There's too many irons to regret
There's too many irons to forget that there's
Too many irons in the fire
Too many irons in the fire
You broke me alive how can you do this
There's only one of me
There's too many irons in the fire
There's iron guilt from iron waste
Of iron love for iron hate
There's too many irons in the fire
Too many irons in the fire
There's too many irons in the fire
There's too many irons in the fire
(But everything turns out nicely in the summertime)