Y'all stop singing just to whistle through the dust and the smell
And I'm drowning in the streets, the spires are lighting them up
And the feet of old parts now, do you know what that means?
I picked up the dust and you counted the grains
So we don't know what that means, maybe we don't even care
It's the touch of perfume in the air
It's much deeper than you think, deeper than a sea trench
Yeah
We know we can't be anything but friends
Got our problems sorted out, still we run up at the mouth
Of a horror so well thought out
The sound of ammonia in the air
Breathe it in, blast it out
There's a pattern to the sound of a fire
Of a falling rain
Structuring the way a stubborn wolf behaves
There's a house on fire and it's burning down
Oh, so it goes
There's a pattern to the sound of a falling rain
Structuring the way a stubborn wolf behaves
There's a house on fire and it's burning down
Oh, so it goes
Oh, so it goes
Oh, who'd like to be more dramatic?
Don't tell me that I am
Who'd like to be more ecstatic than with this crooked chest?
This is something like self-sabotage
To distract me from what is all too real
Like the excuses we make up for
Who might allegedly claim to love you?
No more use of moral code
Never enough salt in our wounds
Trace back the bloodstains to the thickest stone
Won't you hold them down to the safety of your phone
Nothing more than privilege to be outweighed
Instead of being ashamed
As a pattern to the sound of a falling rain
Structuring the way a stubborn wolf behaves
Passing through the fire and it's burning down
I know it's how it goes
As a pattern to the sound of a falling rain
Structuring the way a stubborn wolf behaves
Passing through the fire and it's burning down
I know it's how it goes
Oh, it's how it goes
Oh, it's how it goes
Oh, it's how it goes
Oh, it's how it goes