Текст песни Sparks

Born of dust and stone Dead hearts roaming a dying home Fight leaves us all White cloths upon the shores of time We are but sparks in a darkened world, and yet some things were born to Burn The name long in your eye Lays on my cold hard knee You bring the matches I'll bring the gasoline I'm the same bad news as you You're the same kind of fucked as me I'm the same bad news as you You're the same You're the same as me