t's in the shade. It's in the way I need to feel aligned with something cold. See the memory is there but the face doesn't match the voice. I'm on fire, babe, I'm burning down. I'll give you these pieces to hold through those fevers Now that the flames are coming And a billion eyes won't blink.
(chorus) The floor is gold For our walls of dirt It's a quiet crime it's a quiet crime
Built on shapes that turn one's skin numb It's a quiet crime it's a quiet crime
It is a deep bite It is a fault of mine that's the quiet crime that keeps me stirring
And if you listen right You may just hear such a quiet crime such a quiet crime
It is not your shadow. Drop your eyes from the clouds. Defined: you're the phantom you worship. Tune out the traffic. Say I'm a better man these days. How's that sound? Baby I'm still burring down.
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Am I the liar's tongue, telling you tales in the dark Am I the tiger's paw, ripping faces from lives, am I another polished soul, not practicing what they preach am I the quiet man, who drinks his champagne wanting to poison his path to sleep am I the happy man, shaking the hands of those he fears most? Baby, I'm burning down.