Burn Money Burn

Burn Money Burn - Morten Harket

Burn money; burn

I don't like the wheels that you turn

You don't know the value of things

I still like your bells when they ring

Burn money; burn

What I was taught is not what I learn

I don't need an IQ-score to beat

Take my heart there's nothing to compete

You could say that

Love's late for someone

You could say that

Love waits on someone

Sing my heart; sing

I know that you can change anything

I cross the street and lean on the wind

The truth is like a whisper laughing

Sting my heart; sting

Our enemy must save their own skin

It just takes a spark to light across

If they could they would want to be like us

You could say that

Love's late for someone

You could say that

Love waits on someone

You could say that

Love's late for someone

You could say that

Love waits on someone

You could say that

Love's late for someone

You could say that

Love waits on someone