Combat Boots & Stardust

Pages scattered on the floor at 2 AM

Montreal snow tapping on the pane

Boots by the door with a hint of shine

Dragon scales in the margins of my mind (ahhh)

The fire's rising, can't hold it back Write it down,

burn it up, ride the flame

Glitter on my boots,

calling out your name Heart like a diary,

pages in the wind

This cathartic pop, let the story begin (yeah yeah)

Letters to the sky in fiery ink

Combat boots stomping on the rink

Night air cold but the words ignite

Rider of the storm in the pale moonlight (hummm)

The fire's rising, can't hold it back

Write it down, burn it up,

ride the flame Glitter on my boots,

calling out your name Heart like a diary,

pages in the

wind This cathartic pop,

let the story begin (yeah yeah)

In the dark we scream the ancient names

Valyrian fire in these diary flames

Theatrical heart,

nihilistic spark

Dance through the ruin,

light up the dark

Write it down... burn it up...