A pyrotechnic show
Your mind is all aglow
Under lamplights
And TV screens
You make her feel a little empty
Not because you don't fill her up
I surmise that this teacher
Will never learn will never learn enough
She will burn down
All of the houses made of wood
All of the houses
So she could search through the ashes that she never understood
And let dust fly away
The way she wished she could
The way she wished she could
Luna a face that no one sees
This phase won't last
Undiscovered, so you are unbelieved
The silence isn't all that golden
You heard her whisper in the noise
Words for loss, less for speech
No you were never, you were never just a boy
She will burn down
All of the fences in your neighbourhood
And the bridges to your secrets
And the places where you stood
In the scattering of past lust
Embers singed with hate
Floating around in the jokes that you made
She will burn down
All of the houses made of wood
All of the houses
So she could search through the ashes that she never understood
And let dust fly away
The way she wished she could