explosions are over the moment they happen the slow burn is better, though half as dramatic do'nt act as if you've lit the places i've travled i've seen your dynamite it's more like scented candles clear clear clear here agaisnt your chest i'm listening clear clear clear finding no signs that a rhythm ever lived here a cavity of cob webs still mouthing the language while i'm closing your eyelids another house burned to ash another tennent packed the attic with news of days pa**ed oily rags they couldn't part with explosions are over and everyone is older ryan is driving and had a couple cold ones i memorized the roads, i do it eyes closed i'm taking you home clear clear clear you're finally seeing clear clear clear in the ambulence ceiling you win, though they s** of the feeling till they know your hands are off the wheel i'm so sick of dead bodies who want to be backseat drivers get back in the crowd who wants to live who wants to shake who won't survive who wants a drive-by we won't forgive we'll drag the lake we'll drain the sky (we're sorry)