Frying Paint

Set this city alight Set this city alight Set this city alight Set this city alight See us through the cracks, we're staring at your backs We're crumpled under foot, scared to look Like a thing I thought of for a second Then just took what was that my friend Set this city alight Set this city alight Set this city alight Set this city alight Meet the saint, the frying paint maker of the sun On the track of dirt he's glued, nowhere left to run Crusted lips, happy lies He tells himself the rain won't hurt Just a drop could make it stop, make it stop Set this city alight Set this city alight Set this city alight Set this city alight (All colours washed away again All colours washed away again All colours washed away again All colours washed away again) Set this city alight Set this city alight Set this city alight Set this city alight Hit the bars, the dusty bowls Cars are taking empty souls 'round rabbit holes The saint is looking to the sky The clouds they have a story yet to come Illicit loving with the sun Set this city alight Set this city alight Set this city alight Set this city alight Washed away again All colours washed away again All colours