Thin Men Dancing - Brett Anderson

Now that fear is all the rage, now that hate is on the page

Carpet burns caressed by salt, strike the matches burn my heart

Paper cuts on sacred skin, blowing down this house of pins

And with a love that burns — light up our faces

And with a love that burns — just like a Roman candle

And with a love that burns — reveal the scratches

We’ll build a funeral pyre here

Are we like shadows?

We’ll be like shadows

And with a love that burns — ignite the petrol

And with a love that burns — destroy all our possessions

And with a love that burns — reveal the scratches

We’ll build a funeral pyre here

Are we like shadows?

We’ll be like shadows

…and we’ll blow ourselves away