When faces change to space
There's nothing left to chase
If we're honest with ourselves and each other
And riots all die down
I still can hear the sound
Of their voices chanting slogans
Burning becomes burnt
Feelings become hurt
I fell asleep on angel days and woke misunderstood
Falling out of love with your cliches
Looking for a dove in the shade
Bring an empty bag next time you're here
I'm not fighting with you nothing's gonna change
Falling out of love with your cliches
Looking for a way out of this place
Don't you put that look upon your face
This all just sounds like something you would say
The tape's on the bed and I'm changing for me
It's all in your head, you never know what I mean
That sounds like something you would say
I'm outside of town and I forgot how to speak
The landline is down, it's not the same when you scream
That sounds like something you would say
No fruit grows without flame
I tasted honey and felt ashamed
All the brake lights flicker out
We bury blood within the sound
Burning becomes burnt
The light burns but it burns good
You fell asleep on angel days and woke misunderstood
Like the first song is always sweet
The best things in life are free
I cut the cord on my designer dreams
I feel reborn in the dead dog's heat
I cut the brakes to feel the speed
I'm spilling honey in my chamomile tea
I set fire to the sycamore tree
I'm turning profit on the falling leaves