Looking back with perfect symmetry  mistakes were you, mistakes were me  photos fall through the glass  paint it black to hide your face  static screams deaf the masses  but what do they have to say?    Fan the flames to the landslide  crown yourself in the wake  we play this disaster  fanfare, fanfare, liar    Concrete eyes and flash bang imagery  you're bored with home, you're bored with me  rings were thrown out the window  rolled down empty streets  walls will talk for the widow  but what does she have to say?    Edges dulled at the end of the day