We've got hearts like broken glass,
making angels out of ash
while we stare up at the sun
and suck the clouds into our lungs.

And i'll think of times like these
as I wander down the street,
in a nameless part of town
past houses emptied of your sound.

And I know you'll write to me
about all the things you see
in the cities of the old Christian empire.

Well in the abcense of advice
don't think you haven't got me right.
You've got me right, you've got me right, you've got me right!

You've got wooden bones, your trojan horse.
I let your soldiers in my fort.
And when you burn my cities down,
you left your saltin the ground.

Like st. sebastian on a tree,
i've got your arrows stuck in me.
It hurts too much to pull them out,
so i'll cut holes into my coat.

It's like the books i didn't read,
made up the answer summary.
It's like a film seen through a crack
too small to see the players act.

And I know you'll write to me
about all the things you see
in the cities of the old Christian empire.

But in the abcense of advice,
I think you haven't got me right.
You've got me right, you've got me right, you've got me right.

One thousand paper cranes for you,
you cut my paper heart in two.
And though you loved me in the cold,
i'll love you til my veins explode,
i'll love you til my veins explode.