I came from the North,
escaping convention.
A modern invention that won't let me be.
To the shores of St. Martin,
with my fiction addiction.
To restart the fire,..
a dreamer's remedy.
Independance Day,
and all I remember,
was a midnight rainbow.
It fell from the sky.
As I stand on the beach,
I slowly surrender,
to the child in me,
that can't say good-by.
Chorus:
The rockets in the air,
and the people everywhere,
Put away their differences for a while.
Oh I am still a chid, when it comes to something wild.
Oh that was the night,... I painted the sky.
I dug in the sand,
like a boy on a mission.
And there in my hands,..
a Pyro's delight!
If un Bombadier,
a night time magician.
I sparked the sky,
as the rockets flew from view.
Chorus
Oh the mortars they roar.
In an-tic-a-pa-tion.
Proceeding the sigh,
of the uplifted eyes.
It showers us all,
in sulphuric sensation.
The colors shine,
in a fiery rhyme tonight.
The rockets in the air, (Ooh-Ooh),
and the people everywhere,
won't you put away your differences for awhile.
I am but a child,
when it comes to something wild.
Oh, that was the night,
that was the night.
Oh, that was the night,
I painted the sky.
Painted the sky.
Painted the sky! |