Count the paces from the doorway to the ledge. Notice how you linger on the safety of the edge. You brought a ledger to a burning house tonight, Writing down the balances beneath the strobe light. Tell me what you calculate, tell me what you see, Standing in the corner while the floor is breaking free. Every single caution that you memorize by heart Is only keeping quiet what was screaming from the start. You measure out the fever. You think the room will wait. You think the hand of mercy Is gonna shut the gate. What do you know about a heart on fire? What do you know about the cost of pure desire? This gathering of shadows isn't looking for a cure, Nothing here is holy, nothing here is clean or pure! You stand upon the sidelines with your folded hands, Pretending that your wisdom understands! Step across the border, throw the map away, You haven't got a single word to say! Keep your head up. Watch the tempo. Don't fall behind. Look around the mirrors, see the faces in the glass, Nobody is asking if the morning's gonna pass. We traded all the promises of calm and settled years For twenty-four divisions of impossible frontiers. You call it foolish, call it blind, you call it cheap parade, Because you never witnessed how a sacrifice was made. You think the wound is something that a person ought to hide, When every single scar is where the daylight gets inside! I showed you where the crack was! You looked the other way! You wanted pretty statues That never turn to clay! What do you know about a heart on fire? What do you know about the cost of pure desire? This gathering of shadows isn't looking for a cure, Nothing here is holy, nothing here is clean or pure! You stand upon the sidelines with your folded hands, Pretending that your wisdom understands! Step across the border, throw the map away, You haven't got a single word to say! Nothing to say! Nothing to prove! Only the rhythm! Only the move! I remember the courtyard before the lamps went cold. You told me every story had already been sold. You sat with your back to the open wind, Proud of the silence you were sheltered in. You said that love was an illness of the weak, A tongue that only broken people speak. Look at me now. Look at this shivering skin. Tell me who lost, and tell me who let the other in. The sanctuary isn't empty, my friend. It only looks barren from where you pretend. Come down from the tower. Leave the armor on the stair. There is nothing left to defend up there. We are running out of seconds, running out of floor, Nobody is checking who is keeping up the score! You can hold your breath until the season turns around, Or let the heavy anchor hit the bottom of the sound! This is the assembly, this is the design, Two rebellious spirits crossing over every line! WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT A HEART ON FIRE?! WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE COST OF PURE DESIRE?! THIS GATHERING OF SHADOWS ISN'T WAITING FOR A SIGN, WE POURED OUT THE WATER AND WE TOOK IN ALL THE WINE! YOU STAND UPON THE MARGINS WONDERING WHY WE SHOUT, WAITING FOR THE FINAL LITTLE FLICKER TO GO OUT! IT NEVER DIES! IT NEVER TURNS AWAY! WE TOOK THE FIRE AND WE MADE IT INTO DAY! One more lap. One more breath. Leave the doubt behind. Nothing left.
