Paris In Fla Lyrics - Singles - Thursday

Now its time to wrap our fears in the night 

And on the first day I'll dress this city in flames 

After the things you say 

You hate me for being this way 

Still you won't let go of old ideals 

There is no headline to read at night 

When the record slips and you're not holding the needle 

We all sing the songs of separation 

And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands 

that's how it was on the first day 

We saw Paris in Flames 

I think it's going to rain, rain down 

Here in this collapsed lung of a borough 

There is no sunlight 

The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room 

Distant and incoherent 

Businessmen hang themselves 

The lower east side is a jukebox playing the dead man's crescendo 

The needle is a vector 

An intersection that well all must cross 

A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls 

Discard this message 

Burn this city down 

Discard this message 

Throw this bottle back in the ocean 

Rip this page from the history books 

Smash all the street signs 

Erase all the maps 

Forget my name 

Forget my face 

Because it's going to rain 

And it never ends