Letras
In the radio tower looking down on the evergreen
Somebody painted the horizon colors I had never seen
The sun was burning ember touching down on the Olympic range
And the boom box played "Fire on the Mountain"
And the music sounded strange
Ooh I was a real live wire
An anxious kid trying to get higher
Than I had ever been before
Maybe I was looking for a way out
Sundown at Francis Nash
Leaning over the railing gripping onto the cold steel
Eyes playing tricks on me the light was super real
Darkness rising up from the east was time to climb down
With every rung I was getting closer to the voices on the ground
Ooh I was a real live wire
An anxious kid trying to get higher
Than I had ever been before
Maybe I was looking for a way out
Sundown at Francis Nash
Always tried to feed the buzz
My senses chased away because
The pain was more than I could hide from
I was in a house of mirrors
Busted cracked with all the tears I couldn't cry
I saw the ghost of the brigadier general standing over by the reservoir
"Houses of the Holy" blasting out from Veterane's car
Flashback to the Crystal Mountain crash still ringing in my ears
I was lucky that I made it through those crazy reckless years
Ooh I was a real live wire
An anxious kid trying to get higher
Than I had ever been before
Maybe I was looking for a way out
Sundown at Francis Nash
Sundown at Francis Nash
Sundown at Francis Nash