Brett Anderson - Thin Men Dancing lyrics

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 a 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