Better not talk anymore
And everything collapses beneath our feet
I see the smoke under the door
And I don't know where you sleep
But it doesn't do much to me anymore
The start of little endings
And everything collapses beneath our feet
I see the smoke under the door
I can't close my eyes anymore
But everything's gotten so cold
Might as well burn, you'll say
But I think I like it better
And everything collapses beneath our feet
I see the smoke under the door
I can't close my eyes anymore