The Exiles کے بول

You're playing with matches Got paper cuts from paper planes An endless majesty Within the pattern of the rain. Your hatred is weakness Your carelessness is no mistake There's no stupidity Within the chances that you take And it feels like endless nights And it feels like jealous rage Setting all the clothes alight I am burning, I'm still learning All our houses have been shut All our races have been played Setting fire to paper planes I am burning, I'm still learning You show me the exiles With paper cups and paper plates There's endless majesty Within the chances that they take And it feels like endless nights And it feels like jealous rage Setting all the clothes alight I am burning, I'm still learning All our houses have been shut All our races have been played Setting fire to paper planes I am burning, I'm still learning I'm still learning Setting fire to paper planes I am burning, I am burning I'm still learning I'm still learning