Lyrics:

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