Burning Home - Kylie Muse

Can't even begin to explain This all too well familiar pain That comes, and it goes, but it gets in my bones all the same, mmm Well, maybe I'm a fool for falling in love with you When I had nothing left to lose And nothing more I could give, went down with your sinking ship Now I don't think I'll make it through, through Now it's only the beat of my heart That reminds me not to stare at the sparks Can't set fire to my soul Just to keep ya, keep ya, keep ya from burning alone 'Cause the longer you convince me to stay Our salvation's slipping further away Can't set fire to my soul Just to keep ya, keep ya, keep ya from burning alone Forget everything we've come to expect It only serves to further fuck with our heads And I don't wanna pretend this will all be alright in the end, mmm So maybe now instead of balancing on the edge We could put this to bed for good Can call it quits or risk sinking with this broken ship But I don't think we'd make it through, through Now it's only the beat of my heart That reminds me not to stare at the sparks Can't set fire to my soul Just to keep ya, keep ya, keep ya from burning alone 'Cause the longer you convince me to stay Our salvation's slipping further away Can't set fire to my soul Just to keep ya, keep ya, keep ya from burning alone I wish I could stay, I wish I could lie Do whatever it takes to get you through the night I can't be the one, I can't take the fall Can't go up in the flames to keep your body warm Now it's only the beat of my heart That reminds me not to stare at the sparks Can't set fire to my soul Just to keep ya, keep ya, keep ya from burning alone 'Cause the longer you convince me to stay Our salvation's slipping further away Can't set fire to my soul Just to keep ya, keep ya, keep ya from burning alone

I used the deadwood to make the fire rise The blood of innocence burning in the skies I filled my cup with the rising of the sea And poured it out in an ocean of debris Oh, I'm swimming in the smoke Of bridges I have burned So don't apologize I'm losing what I don't deserve What I don't deserve We held our breath when the clouds began to form But you were lost in the beating of the storm And in the end we were made to be apart In separate chambers of the human heart I'm swimming in the smoke Of bridges I have burned So don't apologize I'm losing what I don't deserve It's in the blackened bones Of bridges I have burned So don't apologize I'm losing what I don't deserve What I don't deserve I'm swimming in the smoke Of bridges I have burned So don't apologize I'm losing what I don't deserve The blame is mine alone For bridges I have burned So don't apologize I'm losing what I don't deserve What I don't deserve What I don't deserve What I don't deserve I used the deadwood to make the fire rise The blood of innocence burning in the skies

The child of burning time The child of burning time My only consolation is all lies The apex of my consequence is dying here tonight Winter hasn't ended, and it always looks like rain I can't remember anything, anything Inside the absolution, we succumb And appetites are bittersweet, I think I'm going numb A chance to give up avarice has marked my one regret The child of burning time is gone, and he hasn't come back yet Before I tell my story, please consider who I am I missed my window years ago, I'm doing all I can A tragedy is commonplace, but in the end, they go away My skin is still the only stain I'm left to wear in shame I cut my name into my heart I'll tear it all apart I beg you burn me away I won't become your hero just to fight the life I save Burn me away I won't give up tomorrow just to lose it all today I burn away, I burn away I burn away, I burn away My isolation is my course The effect it has on life itself is a cancer on its source I rue the moments spent between the fetish and the flame Until this war is over, I won't ever lose my rage I cut my name into my soul I guess I'll never know I beg you burn me away I won't become your hero just to fight the life I save Burn me away I won't give up tomorrow just to lose it all today Burn me away I won't become your hero just to fight the life I save Burn me away I won't give up tomorrow just to lose it all, lose it all today

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour