Paris In Flames (Live) 作词：Robert Thomas Iii Keeley, Timothy C Payne, Steven J Pedulla, Geoffrey Rickly, Thomas A Rule
Now its time to wrap our fears in the night And on the first day I'll dress this city in flames After all 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 skips 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 When we saw Paris in flames
Rain, rain down, rain Rain, rain down Rain, rain down 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 and the businessmen hang themselves
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
When we saw Paris in flames
The lower east side is a jukebox playing the dead man's crescendo The needle is a vector an intersection that we all must cross A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls Discard this message burn your city down, down
Burn high, you're burning with this song Yeah, what on the first day
Discard this message Throw this bottle back into the ocean Rip this page from the history books Smash all the street signs Erase all the maps
Forget my name Forget my face Forget my name Because it's going to rain It's going to rain And it never ends
We all sing the songs of separation Watch our lives bleed out through our hands That's how it was on the first day When we saw Paris in flames