Compositeur : Bert Hoover, GABE FLORES, Kaz Mirblouk, James Novick, Owen Barrett
Paroles
LAY THE SAND ON THE BURNING PAPER
USE YOUR HANDS TO PUT THE FIRE OUT
ALL THAT'S LEFT AS THE ASHES SCATTER
IS THE TASTE INSIDE YOUR MOUTH
SOME MEN SEE, SOME MEN DON'T
DON'T LET THE TIME RUN FROM UNDER YOUR TOES
CAN'T RECOGNIZE MY FACE IN THE MIRROR
JUST THE SHELL OF AN EMPTY GHOST
BECOMING VICTIM TO IRRATIONAL FEARS
THE TASTE OF WINE SEEMS TO NUMB THE HOST
SOME MEN SEE, SOME MEN DON'T
DON'T LET THE TIME RUN FROM UNDER YOUR TOES
LAY YOUR HEAD ON THE BURNING SOFA
FALL ASLEEP IN THE ARMS OF THE SMOKE
YOUR JOAN OF ARC AND YOU'RE TRYING TO BURN ONE
A GENTLE JEST AT A GIANT JOKE
I WASTE MY TIME
SOME MEN SEE, SOME DON'T