We've got hearts like broken glass, making angels out of ash while we stare up at the sun and suck the clouds into our lungs.
And i'll think of times like these as I wander down the street, in a nameless part of town past houses emptied of your sound.
And I know you'll write to me about all the things you see in the cities of the old Christian empire.
Well in the abcense of advice don't think you haven't got me right. You've got me right, you've got me right, you've got me right!
You've got wooden bones, your trojan horse. I let your soldiers in my fort. And when you burn my cities down, you left your saltin the ground.
Like st. sebastian on a tree, i've got your arrows stuck in me. It hurts too much to pull them out, so i'll cut holes into my coat.
It's like the books i didn't read, made up the answer summary. It's like a film seen through a crack too small to see the players act.
And I know you'll write to me about all the things you see in the cities of the old Christian empire.
But in the abcense of advice, I think you haven't got me right. You've got me right, you've got me right, you've got me right.
One thousand paper cranes for you, you cut my paper heart in two. And though you loved me in the cold, i'll love you til my veins explode, i'll love you til my veins explode.