Thursday - Paris In Flames Lyrics
Now it's time to wrap our fears in the nightAnd on the first day I'll dress this city in flamesAfter the things you sayYou hate me for being this wayStill you won't let go of old idealsThere is no headline to read at nightWhen the record slips and you're not holding the needleWe all sing the songs of separationAnd we watch our lives bleed out through our handsThats how it was on the first dayWhen we saw Paris in FlamesRain, rain, downI think it's going to rain, rain downI think it's going to rainHere in this collapsed lung of a boroughThere is no sunlightThe sunlight is manufactured in a windowless roomDistant and incoherentBusinessmen hang themselvesWe all sing the songs of separationAnd we watch our lives bleed out through our handsThats how it was on the first dayWhen we saw Paris in FlamesThe lower cast side is a jukebox playing the deadman's crescendoThe needle is a vectorAn intersection that well all must crossA dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the wallsDiscard this messageDiscard this messageDiscard this messageLet your city burn downBurn your heartYour burning downDiscard this messageThrow this bottle back in the oceanRip this page from the history booksSmash all the street signsErase all the mapsForget my nameForget my faceForget my nameBecause it's going to rainit's going to rainAnd it never endsWe all sing the songs of separation(think it's going to rain rain down)Watch our hearts bleed out through our hands(think it's going to rain rain down)Thats how it was on the first day(think it's going to rain rain down)We saw Paris in Flames
