Before the fire goes cold tell me how the story ends
The earthquakes break your heart
The houses are on fire
Walking in a desolate city without the smallest patch of shade
Some places are printed in the faces that I've met
I can't stand all the words blowing out of your brain
Slow down, if you don't want them to find us
So may the rain be like a veil on our skins
I can't stand all the words blowing out of your brain
I don't wanna see my face in a black mirror
I don't wanna see the world from my rooftop window
I can't stand all the words blowing out of your brain
