Concrete sky and a velvet bruise I’m picking at the stitches of the news The radio hums a hollow prayer While I’m braiding static in your hair And the city sleeps in a paper dress Just a beautiful, bioluminescent mess And we dissolve... Into the honey of the evening sun The secret wars that we’ve already won You’re the spark in the kerosene The only ghost I’ve ever seen Yeah, you’re the grace inside the machine Porcelain heart on a rusted wire I’m a moth dancing 'round a funeral fire We’re just kids in a kingdom of sand Holding lightning in a trembling hand Don't wake the world, it's far too loud We’re better off lost in a silver cloud And we dissolve... Into the honey of the evening sun The secret wars that we’ve already won You’re the spark in the kerosene The only ghost I’ve ever seen Yeah, you’re the grace inside the machine Give me the heat! Give me the cold! Give me the story that was never told! I’m shattered... I’m soaring... I’m everything and nothing at all! The stars are just holes in the ceiling... The stars are just holes... And I’m falling through. I’m falling through. I’m falling.
