Text: Jam (The). Extras: A Collection Of Rarities. Burning Sky.

Dear,
How are things in your little world,
I hope they're going well and you are too.
Do you still see the same old crowd,
the ones who used to meet every Friday.
I'm really sorry that I can't be there
but work comes first,
I'm sure you'll understand.
Things are really taking off for me
business is thriving and I'm showing a profit and.
And in any case it wouldn't be the same,
'cause we've all grown up
and we've got our lives and the values
that we had once upon a time,
seem stupid now 'cause the rent must be paid
and some bonds severed and others made.
Now I don't want you to get me wrong,
ideals are fine when you are young
and I must admit we had a laugh,
but that's all it was and ever will be,
'cause the Burning Sky keeps burning bright.
And as long as it does
(and it always will),
there's no time for dreams
when commerce calls.
And the taxman's shouting
'cause he wants his dough
and the wheels of finance
won't begin to slow.

And it's only us realists who
are gonna come through
'cause there's only one power higher
than that of truth
and that's the Burning Sky.

Oh and by the way I must tell you,
before I sign off,
that I've got a meeting next week,
with the head of a big corporate
I can't disclose who but
I'm sure you'll know it and.
And the Burning Sky

keeps burning bright.
And it won't turn off til it's had enough,
it's the greedy bastard who won't give up,
and you're just a dreamer
if you don't realize,
and the sooner you do
will be the better for you,
then we'll all be happy
and we'll all be wise
and all bow down to the Burning Sky.
Then we'll all be happy
and we'll all be wise and together
we will live beneath the Burning Sky