Burn After Writing
๐ต 1160 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:02 duration
๐ ID: 18608245
๐ Lyrics
Here's to you, the same chords that I stole
From a song that I once heard
The same melody I borrowed from the void
I'd rather observe than structure a narrative
The characters are thin; the plot does not develop
It ends where it begins
It's on the screen, in paperbacks
In Section 8 and cul-de-sacs
Electro haikus and drunk sonnets
Are moving me along
You cut my hair
You left red ink everywhere
Do my hands tell a story?
Is it boring?
You cut my hair
You left red ink everywhere
Do my hands tell a story?
Is it boring you?
What I'd give to force your sigh
What I'd give to see you cry
What I'd give for your caress
To see your blue cotton dress
Balled up on the floor
Certain memories are the problem
Certain drunken lines are the shame
Seven hundred miles and four years
I can't fight the flame, it burns
And it burns, and it burns, and it burns
You cut my hair
You left red ink everywhere
Do my hands tell a story?
Is it boring?
You cut my hair
You left red ink everywhere
Do my hands tell a story?
Is it boring you?
Was I wishing on satellites?
Tell me how you've been doing that trick
I'm just wishing the flame away
Now I'm wishing the flame away
From a song that I once heard
The same melody I borrowed from the void
I'd rather observe than structure a narrative
The characters are thin; the plot does not develop
It ends where it begins
It's on the screen, in paperbacks
In Section 8 and cul-de-sacs
Electro haikus and drunk sonnets
Are moving me along
You cut my hair
You left red ink everywhere
Do my hands tell a story?
Is it boring?
You cut my hair
You left red ink everywhere
Do my hands tell a story?
Is it boring you?
What I'd give to force your sigh
What I'd give to see you cry
What I'd give for your caress
To see your blue cotton dress
Balled up on the floor
Certain memories are the problem
Certain drunken lines are the shame
Seven hundred miles and four years
I can't fight the flame, it burns
And it burns, and it burns, and it burns
You cut my hair
You left red ink everywhere
Do my hands tell a story?
Is it boring?
You cut my hair
You left red ink everywhere
Do my hands tell a story?
Is it boring you?
Was I wishing on satellites?
Tell me how you've been doing that trick
I'm just wishing the flame away
Now I'm wishing the flame away
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.86] Here's to you, the same chords that I stole
[00:14.17] From a song that I once heard
[00:16.90] The same melody I borrowed from the void
[00:20.48] I'd rather observe than structure a narrative
[00:25.23] The characters are thin; the plot does not develop
[00:30.33] It ends where it begins
[00:42.98] It's on the screen, in paperbacks
[00:45.39] In Section 8 and cul-de-sacs
[00:47.90] Electro haikus and drunk sonnets
[00:50.40] Are moving me along
[01:18.66] You cut my hair
[01:20.53] You left red ink everywhere
[01:24.66] Do my hands tell a story?
[01:27.02] Is it boring?
[01:29.16] You cut my hair
[01:30.66] You left red ink everywhere
[01:34.59] Do my hands tell a story?
[01:37.47] Is it boring you?
[01:44.07] What I'd give to force your sigh
[01:46.48] What I'd give to see you cry
[01:49.17] What I'd give for your caress
[01:51.83] To see your blue cotton dress
[01:53.01] Balled up on the floor
[01:56.06] Certain memories are the problem
[01:58.44] Certain drunken lines are the shame
[02:00.88] Seven hundred miles and four years
[02:03.86] I can't fight the flame, it burns
[02:07.50] And it burns, and it burns, and it burns
[02:10.42] You cut my hair
[02:11.89] You left red ink everywhere
[02:16.03] Do my hands tell a story?
[02:18.78] Is it boring?
[02:20.26] You cut my hair
[02:22.03] You left red ink everywhere
[02:26.17] Do my hands tell a story?
[02:28.88] Is it boring you?
[02:33.56] Was I wishing on satellites?
[02:39.27] Tell me how you've been doing that trick
[02:43.87] I'm just wishing the flame away
[02:48.75] Now I'm wishing the flame away
[02:53.36]
[00:14.17] From a song that I once heard
[00:16.90] The same melody I borrowed from the void
[00:20.48] I'd rather observe than structure a narrative
[00:25.23] The characters are thin; the plot does not develop
[00:30.33] It ends where it begins
[00:42.98] It's on the screen, in paperbacks
[00:45.39] In Section 8 and cul-de-sacs
[00:47.90] Electro haikus and drunk sonnets
[00:50.40] Are moving me along
[01:18.66] You cut my hair
[01:20.53] You left red ink everywhere
[01:24.66] Do my hands tell a story?
[01:27.02] Is it boring?
[01:29.16] You cut my hair
[01:30.66] You left red ink everywhere
[01:34.59] Do my hands tell a story?
[01:37.47] Is it boring you?
[01:44.07] What I'd give to force your sigh
[01:46.48] What I'd give to see you cry
[01:49.17] What I'd give for your caress
[01:51.83] To see your blue cotton dress
[01:53.01] Balled up on the floor
[01:56.06] Certain memories are the problem
[01:58.44] Certain drunken lines are the shame
[02:00.88] Seven hundred miles and four years
[02:03.86] I can't fight the flame, it burns
[02:07.50] And it burns, and it burns, and it burns
[02:10.42] You cut my hair
[02:11.89] You left red ink everywhere
[02:16.03] Do my hands tell a story?
[02:18.78] Is it boring?
[02:20.26] You cut my hair
[02:22.03] You left red ink everywhere
[02:26.17] Do my hands tell a story?
[02:28.88] Is it boring you?
[02:33.56] Was I wishing on satellites?
[02:39.27] Tell me how you've been doing that trick
[02:43.87] I'm just wishing the flame away
[02:48.75] Now I'm wishing the flame away
[02:53.36]