Brett Anderson — Thin Men Dancing

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Now that fear is all the rage,
Now that hate is on the page,
Carpet burns caressed by salt,
Strike the matches burn my heart,
Paper cuts on sacred skin,
Blowing down this house of pins.

And with a love that burns — light up our faces
And with a love that burns — just like Roman candle
And with a love that burns — reveal the scratches
We’ll build a funeral pyre here,
Are we like shadows? We’ll be like shadows

And with a love that burns — ignite the petrol
And with a love that burns — destroy all our possessions
And with a love that burns — reveal the scratches
We’ll build a funeral pyre here,
Are we like shadows? We’ll be like shadows

And we’ll blow ourselves away,
And we’ll blow ourselves away…