As the world burns Beneath the ground Godspeed hell bound Shattered cries of the Prayers never heard War of the gods that Drown out of words Decisions that kill And bullets that fly

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy? Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop

Ride out the wave Beneath the dance hall lights, You seem a girl so sound Lights up the ground, If you give up New York, I'll give you Tennessee, The only place to be The cowboy's burning eyes, Don't like the sight of me

'Cause I'm not a shadow I'm not the ground beneath your feet When you look down, you wont see me I'll stand up and I'll stand tall, I don't follow anyone I'm not a shadow, 'cause I'm not a shadow I'm not a shadow Here's to you don't settle, and never

There's a hole in my soul You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground Are laid out one by one We pick ourselves undone All of your flaws and all of my flaws I can't fill it, I can't fill it Can

I see a Mansard Roof through the trees, I see a salty message written in the eves, The ground beneath my feet, we are garbage and concrete, And now the tops of buildings I can see them too! The Argentines collapse in defeat, The admiralty surveys the

Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle Watching all the ground beneath you drop Kill yourself for recognition Kill yourself to never ever stop You broke

I'd pick you up and carry you 'cross every stream I see And I'd bundle you in kindness Until you cling to me We'd sit beneath strong branches My arms would twine around I'd turn your green to emerald And give you gold all over the ground If I had you at

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy? Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop