I can’t let go and dare to dream
Like pretty people with poison pens
When brittle ones are so torn apart
By broken books and the crooked cross
Gazing out on this world in flames
Sometimes I don’t know what to say
The pain is precious, yeah, it may be
I lick my wounds to remind me
Sooner or later every flame burns out
Without the fuel siphoned from our hearts
And i have faith in my disbelief
And the turbulence that it breeds
If we let our world go up in flames
The truth never mattered anyway
The pain is precious, don’t you see
I lick my wounds to remind me
When will this fog finally leave us?