[Intro]
This is called "There Are Too Many Irons In The Fire"
Because there are too many irons in the fire, aren't there?
One, two, three! One, two, three!

[Verse 1]
She (she, she, she) lived among hubbering flights and sparks
She breathed them in, they nested in her ears
Life (life, life, life) is toying with bringing back again
The tool that planes against the grain

[Verse 2]
Now too much has passed but never mind
Because everything turns out nicely in the summertime
There's too many irons in the fire
There's iron loss from iron waste, of iron love for iron hate

[Chorus]
There's too many irons to regret
Too many irons to forget that there's
There's too many irons in the fire
There's too many irons in the fire

[Bridge]
You broke me alive
How can you do this, there's only one of me
[Verse 3]
There's too many irons in the fire
There's iron loss from 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

[Outro]
But everything turns out nicely in the summertime