THURSDAY PARIS IN FLAMES LYRICS LYRICS Lyrics | 新更新的歌词

Now its time to wrap our fears in the night

And on the first day i’ll dress this city in flames

After all the things you say

You hate me for being this way

Still you won’t let go of old ideals

There is no headline to read at night

When the record skips and you’re not holding the needle

We all sing songs of separation

And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands

Thats how it was on the first day

When we saw Paris in Flames

rain, rain down

I think it’s going to rain, rain down

Here in this collapsed lung of a borough

There is no sunlight

The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room

Distant and incoherent

Businessmen hang themselves

The lower east side is a jukebox playing the deadman’s crescendo

The needle is a vector

An intersection that we all must cross

A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls

Discard this message (x3)

Burn the city down

Discard this message

Throw this bottle back in the ocean

Rip this page from the history books

Smash all the street signs

Erase all the maps

Forget my name

Forget my face

Forget my name

Because it’s going to rain

And it never ends

Now its time to wrap our fears in the night

And on the first day i’ll dress this city in flames

After all the things you say

You hate me for being this way

Still you won’t let go of old ideals

There is no headline to read at night

When the record skips and you’re not holding the needle

We all sing songs of separation

And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands

Thats how it was on the first day

When we saw Paris in Flames

rain, rain down

I think it’s going to rain, rain down

Here in this collapsed lung of a borough

There is no sunlight

The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room

Distant and incoherent

Businessmen hang themselves

The lower east side is a jukebox playing the deadman’s crescendo

The needle is a vector

An intersection that we all must cross

A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls

Discard this message (x3)

Burn the city down

Discard this message

Throw this bottle back in the ocean

Rip this page from the history books

Smash all the street signs

Erase all the maps

Forget my name

Forget my face

Forget my name

Because it’s going to rain

And it never ends