Under the stars I'm awaken To the sound of a firebird Under the sky I'm half-naked, oh, oh We started at the cinema Tear of dancing, hands in the wind Rizlas, rolling up a cigarette The boys are calling shotgun again Hot, bloody like a harlequin I hear

They build it up just to burn it back down They seem wild but they are so tame Let's go downtown and watch the modern kids Let's go downtown and talk to the modern kids They will eat right out of your hand Using great big words that they don't understand

I keep keep running And I keep… keep running Keep running Trying stop a river when it wants to rise Trying to stop a blaze off a burning fire I’m a hurricane, it ain’t stopping I keep keep coming back for more, no no I keep keep coming back for more, no

Who is burnin'? I saw the fire spreadin' to I saw a fire burning on The palace lawn. O'er the land

Hit me with your flashbulb eyes What if the camera Take your soul You know I've got nothing to hide You know I got nothing No I got, nothing You know I got nothing, you know I got, nothing

Don't wanna feel another touch Don't wanna start another fire Don't wanna know another kiss Don't wanna give my heart away To another stranger No other name falling off my lips Or let another day begin Won't even let the sunlight in Oh, I'll never love

Death march! I insult the hypocrisy and Light your fire with your pain I give into the ecstasy But the cold dark remains I control my own destiny and I won't suffer in vain My enemy will not be the end of me

Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm coming home again I'm coming home again Maybe we can start again Maybe you, do you remember when? Fireworks at Lake Michigan Oh, now I'm coming home again I met this girl when I was 3 years old And what I

I got the keys to Heaven now Baes all around and they got my mind spinning Blow that smoke and let me love that fire I don't need no memories They be smokin' now I'm floating higher So good, so good for me This madness so good for me This madness so good

Sorry, you're so sorry Don't be sorry Man has known and now he's blown it Upside down and hell's the only sound, we did an awful job Eyes are full of desire Mind is so ill-at-ease Everything is on fire Out of rhyme or reason, everyone's to blame Children