Burning the night
Down past the white to the filter
Static but no sparks
We were wide of the mark
You'll surrender
With a bottle to your lips
Hands turn to fists
Ready to rumble
Every word is a weapon
Speaking jive for protection
It's not line, it's not rehearsed
It's just your life and it's cursed
Staining your blood
With the language of lust
Feels better
In the attic of your heart
Is the girl you once were
Turned to ashes
Blistered and scarred
We were bursting apart
In the leather
Every word is a weapon
Speaking jive for protection
It's not line, it's not rehearsed
It's just your life and it's cursed
We dream a dream of sparks and firefly
When all that we breathe isn't paralyzed from 9 to 5
We dream a dream of sparks and high life
When all that we need isn't 9 to 5 and paralyzed
Every word is a weapon
Speaking jive for protection
It's not line, it's not rehearsed
It's just your life and it's cursed
