Light Burns Clear

Looking back with perfect symmetry

Mistakes were you, mistakes were me

Photos fall through the glass

Paint it black to hide your face

Static screams deaf the masses

But what do they have to say?

Fan the flames to the landslide

Crown yourself in the wake

We play this disaster

Fanfare, fanfare, liar

Concrete eyes and flash bang imagery

You're bored with home, you're bored with me

Rings were thrown out the window

Rolled down empty streets

Walls will talk for the widow

But what does she have to say?

Fan the flames to the landslide

Crown yourself in the wake

We play this disaster

Fanfare, fanfare, liar

It comes, pulls the stakes up

You hold back, roll back and slid the ring off your finger

Throw it as hard as you could at a wall

Your eyes blink too many times before they tear

Run away from it before it comes too real to hide from

Loneliness and boredom start turning into anger and then hate

And melodies begin to escape

You hold back, roll back and give in

And it starts all over, and then

Fan the flames to the landslide

Crown yourself in the wake

We play this disaster

Fanfare, fanfare, liar

Edges dulled at the end of the day

Edges dulled at the end of the day

Edges dulled at the end of the day