Lyrics

You are like the pages of an empty magazine

it isn't good, it isn't bad, it doesn't matter, doesn't matter

And everything about you is a part of some routine

is it good? is it bad? does it matter? does it matter?

I'm on fire, I'm on fire

but you don't think I'll burn

You have all the symptoms of America's disease

that is mine, this is yours, it doesn't matter, doesn't matter

And everyone around you is trying to look tall on their knees

and every look, every trace, makes you sadder, makes you sadder

I'm on fire, tight rope wire

and I'm not coming down

And if you can't remember, let me know

I will not remind you, I will show

that there is not enough inside the air, the room, the world you're living in

bright enough to shine a light on me

Yesterday I tried to bring your life into my view

your pretty friends, your pretty clothes, all in tatters, all in tatters

But like the year in pictures your dimension's only two

you are glass, you are ice, you will shatter, you will shatter

Your king's men and your king's horses

they just stand around

And if you want to get down from the wall

let you're spirit dangle, let it fall

And all at once you'll fly so high the air, the room, the world you're living in

is bright enough to shine a light on me

You're on fire, you're on fire

but I don't think you'll burn

'Cause you are in your bottle, looking out

and you are not within me, you're without

But I believe your ship will break the glass and you will see another sun

bright enough to shine a light on me