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 passed but never mind   Because everything turns out nicely in the summer time   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   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 and 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   Too many irons in the fire   There's too many irons in the fire   Too many irons in the fire   There's      But everything turns out nicely in the summertime