Beams - Too Much Fun lyrics

Wait for it now, for your turn, I brought you ointment for your burn Too much fun in the sun could k** someone Run little magpie, run run run, you got kissed by the lip of his gun Red ribbon cut on a new freedom Black raven on a fence, taken for a crow You let your hair grow and the wind blows Wait for it now, for your turn You didn't win, but you can learn Too much fun in the sun… Sit little birdie, stay some more Chairs squeak on the kitchen floor Windows open for you Just for fun Black raven on a fence, taken for a crow You let your hair grow and the wind blows Page after page I begin to understand you And night after night, patience is a virtue And year after year, we all become clear and see-through