Burn It Down

Cold dust on the kitchen floor

Scraped hands at the heavy door

You don't look back here anymore (no,

you don't)

And it feels like a heavy weight

Pulling down on the iron gate

Break the plaster, tear it down

Scatter ashes on this tired town

(burn it down!) (yeah)

Cracked glass in the window frame

No one left here to take the blame

We only talk in a whispered name

All the rust we can't erase

Buried deep in a silent place

Break the plaster, tear it down

Scatter ashes on this tired town

(burn it down!)

Scatter ashes... On this tired town... (ahhhh)