Lletres: Burden Of A Day. Pilots & Paper Planes. Bite The Bullet.

The guests have gone
our hearts have beaten with the last song sung tonight
resilience running in our veins*
we're picking up the pieces as we watch them fall

like a cannonball
we watch you fall
[x6]

bury me deep in this mausoleum
bury me to my neck so i can't feel my limbs
we're not going to make it
not this time
when you say that could you look me in the eye

let's paint this town in a sheet of red
and burn like passion in our hands
[x3]

we'll burn with passion
we'll burn with passion

we'll burn
come on baby!
and just let it go