You're playing with matches
Got paper cuts from paper blades
And endless majesty within the patter of the rain
Your hatred is weakness
Your carelessness is no mistake
There's no stupidity within the chances that you take
And it feels like endless night
And it feels like jealous rage
Setting all the clothes alight
I am burning
I'm still burning
All our horses have been shot
All our races have been played
Setting fire to paper planes
I am burning
I'm still burning
You show me the exiles with paper cuts and paper blades
There's endless majesty within the chances that they take.
And it feels like endless night
And it feels like jealous rage
Setting all the clothes alight
I am burning
I'm still burning
All our horses have been shot
All our races have been played
Setting fire to paper planes
I am burning
I'm still burning
(I'm still burning.)
Setting fire to paper planes
I am burning  I'm still burning...
I'm still burning...