Sky black and blue,
blue turning red.
It's quiet in the streets now,
but it's screaming in your head.
I ain't a fool;
I've got my doubts.
You say it doesn't hurt;
it doesn't matter
anyhow, anyhow.
Saying:
Hey, we're just bleeding for nothing.
It's hard to breathe when you're
standing on your own.
We'll kill ourselves to find freedom;
you'll kill yourself to find anything at all.
So lock all the doors
and put your child to rest.
There's fire in the streets now,
but it's quiet in your head.
We're passing the time
by breaking apart.
We're damned at the end,
and we're damned at the start.
Blame it on the roses,
blame it on the red.
We're running out of time
and we're running out of breath.
Saying:
Hey now we're bleeding for nothing.
It's hard to breathe when you're
standing on your own.
We'll kill ourselves to find freedom;
you'll kill yourself to find anything at all.
You say goodbye,
every day and night,
with writing on the walls.
Everybody's gonna
need somebody
to take our troubles,
and our worries,
and our problems
all away...