Flown away
It's the story of the year
It's the stuff we sort outside ourselves
To make them disappear
But the message of history,
That it's always repeating
Until the stupid shit that makes us move
Aren't stuck back in the past
It never lasts
It never lasts
Woke up to find the world burning
Woke up to fan the flames
What a shame
What a shame
Blown apart
It's the trouble with you, dear
It's the pain we shed with each new skin
To make it disappear
The messiness of feelings
That we twist to find a meaning
Until the hearts we break will make us move
Our nakedness and shame
It never lasts
It never lasts
Woke up to find the world burning
Woke up to fan the flames
What a shame
What a shame