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

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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