[Verse 1]
Torch the moon, burn the schools
She wrote in red on her bedroom wall -
"Nothing's pure", the paint runs to the floor
[Chorus]
She laughs too easily and cries too hard
Shouldn't drink alone, the colours run
How can she forgive
When we know well what we do?
[Verse 2]
Feather scratches on her wrist
Dry run with a bread knife for a final twist
It wouldn't be for show if it should come to this
[Chorus]
She laughs too easily and cries too hard
Shouldn't drink alone, the colours run
How can she forgive
When we know well what we do?
[Verse 3]
She was born to feel it all, to see it all
When I feel so lightly it's still burning brightly
And she won't look away
Torch the moon, burn the schools
She wrote in red on her bedroom wall -
"Nothing's pure", the paint runs to the floor
[Chorus]
She laughs too easily and cries too hard
Shouldn't drink alone, the colours run
How can she forgive
When we know well what we do?
[Verse 2]
Feather scratches on her wrist
Dry run with a bread knife for a final twist
It wouldn't be for show if it should come to this
[Chorus]
She laughs too easily and cries too hard
Shouldn't drink alone, the colours run
How can she forgive
When we know well what we do?
[Verse 3]
She was born to feel it all, to see it all
When I feel so lightly it's still burning brightly
And she won't look away
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