Lyrics Thin Men Dancing - Brett Anderson

Thin Men Dancing

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