In the colored light stands you  The end is in sight - no need to fight anymore  They're hot in pursuit and they're pursuing you  All the way home and now you're finally alone  All the way back home  Now you're catching dust like desire  Stockpiling stars collecting their wildfire  Fireworks outside - its the fourth of July  Now I see you - you're in a different light  You're in a different light  Like the rain when you're conscious of it  She was sparklers  Like a drug on the tip of your tongue  She gives sparklers  She was sparklers  They gunned him down outside  How long does it take? Shots echos across the lake  And there he stood in a puddle of his own blood  Slighter than snowflakes earth began to quake  All the way back home  © 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI