We fell from a dying tree
We wait for it to leave
I wanna be, I wanna be

Leave ashes for borrowed instruments and borrowed hearts
We will pass them on to every saint and dead lover
I have my God so give me my ghost


Sons and daughters,
May you kill what my blind heart could not

Sons and daughters,
May you kill what my blind heart could not
Sons and daughters,

May you kill

I saw your grandfather's death on the news

Remembered when you took me me to your room
You put your hand over your chest
So that the fire would rage


Whoa I
I put my hand over my chest, sons and daughters

I put my hand over my chest, sons and daughters
I put my hand over my chest, sons and daughters
Swore that the fire would rage


Yeah, you know better ways to fall
Yeah, you know better ways to fall

You know better ways to fall
You knock me down, knock me down
Put my cold hand over my cold heart

Turn the fire and die whoa
Turn your fire and die whoa
Turn the fire to die