polaroid Video (MV)

I cut myself on a Polaroid
And watched the blood drip from my fingers
I filled up another vial
And I poured it over the cinders

And I always come down
From high horses or the clouds
And I always lose touch
To the world's most beautiful sounds

I'd be blinded by a single glance
I'd be shattered by a touch
I'll admit I was not made to dance
I'll admit it is all too much

It might be death by a billion cuts
Or a panacea (or a panacea)
It might be death by a billion cuts
Or a panacea (or a panacea)

I cut myself on a pamphlet
And felt the poison spread throughout
But then I realised
It had killed almost all of my doubts

And I always fly high
When I'm drinking from the source
And I always crash down
When reality runs its course

I'd be blinded by a single glance
I'd be shattered by a touch
I'll admit I was not made to dance
I'll admit it is all too much

It might be death by a billion cuts
Or a panacea (or a panacea)
It might be death by a billion cuts
Or a panacea (or a panacea)

I broke my back on a fire escape
And as I
Lay there next to a first floor window
New York snow in my lungs
I guess I'll die just like the wind blows

I'm pretty sure I can't feel my feet
Or anything else, as a matter of fact
Just my heart that keeps on beating
And my fears still seem intact

I'd be blinded by a single glance
I'd be shattered by a touch
I'll admit I was not made to dance
I'll admit it is all too much

It might be death by a billion cuts
Or a panacea (or a panacea)
It might be death by a billion cuts
Or a panacea (or a panacea)

I cut myself on a Polaroid
And I took another one