[Verse 1]
I’ve conjured up a plan
As a sentimental man
To destroy our things in style
[Verse 2]
It involves our belongings in a pile
Some lighter fluid and a smile
And some matches with “Chicago” inscribed on every stick
[Verse 3]
Strangers could see the flames for miles
From any highway or any hilltop
And we’d pass out as the smoke billows and spills into our young lungs
[Verse 4]
With what strength that we’d have left
We’d save each other’s final breaths
For a distressed phone call to 9-1-1
[Verse 5]
And in minutes they’d arrive
Horrified at what they might find
It’d be you and I and a pile of ashes, hand in hand and in each others arms
Hand in hand and in each other’s arms
Hand in hand and in each other’s arms
I’ve conjured up a plan
As a sentimental man
To destroy our things in style
[Verse 2]
It involves our belongings in a pile
Some lighter fluid and a smile
And some matches with “Chicago” inscribed on every stick
[Verse 3]
Strangers could see the flames for miles
From any highway or any hilltop
And we’d pass out as the smoke billows and spills into our young lungs
[Verse 4]
With what strength that we’d have left
We’d save each other’s final breaths
For a distressed phone call to 9-1-1
[Verse 5]
And in minutes they’d arrive
Horrified at what they might find
It’d be you and I and a pile of ashes, hand in hand and in each others arms
Hand in hand and in each other’s arms
Hand in hand and in each other’s arms
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