Permanent State (Of Walking on Fire)

People of the streets
They're trying to break me down
But I suppose if I'm not a saint,
I'm not the worst of my kind

And you know me well enough to know it.
Commanders of the modern times,
They've made a mess out of me
They're saying that my loving baby
As just a trick my mind played

But i remember see through clothes and wet sheets
They say we're aging faster,
And it's time to make grown up decisions
And if your face had turned to winter
I will have to wait till it gets warmer

These wild eyes from a certain angle
They are driving me mad
They get me to a permanent state Of walking on fire

These naughty pictures stuck into my head
The bland tastes and the stupid manners
cannot tolerate I wanna live my life on the edge
I want to bleed when it cuts

And I want to fan the flames as they want it to

I want to see the love scared dresses
I want to touch what I can't
Don't you think I've made up my mind dear
That I chose my side

You know me well enough to know that
So I may not surrender
To what the city now calls "better",
If it accelerates the countdown
Let's call the ambulance together
And fireworks on an lovely summer
Celebrating my departure
And fireworks on an lovely summer
Celebrating my departure



Credits
Writer(s): Renaud Brustlein
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