Lords of the Backstage

A love song with no validity

Pretend you never meant that much to me

Numb, a valium child, bored by meaningless collisions

A lonely stretch of headlight, diamonds trapped in black ice

A mirror cracked among the white lines.

I just wanted you to be the first one

I just wanted you to be the first one

Ashes are burning, burning

Ashes are burning, burning.

A lifestyle with no simplicities

But Im not asking for your sympathy

Talk, we never could talk, distanced by all that was between us.

A lord of the backstage, a creature of language,

Im so far out and Im too far in.

I just wanted you to be the first one

I just wanted you to be the first one

Bridges are burning, burning

Bridges are burning, burning

Now, now, now, now