A Different Way to Burn

Verse 1

Black curtain falls on the empty hall

one last note hangs in the frozen air

The trick drips down and the mask slides off

the slow night swallows what we were

Where is the crowd that screamed my name

I'm standing here with only this ache

Something cold keeps chewing through me

I walk on nothing gets to hold me

Chorus

But somewhere in the quiet of the gale

a voice of mine is still breathing

Not for the lamps not for the praise

I'm carving out a different way

The show is not finished

it's just the hour of beginning

Yes the show has to go on

Post-Chorus

On and on and on

Oh-oh-oh

On and on and on

Verse 2

I stared back a prisoner of the years

inside a canyon without any air

But every scar becomes a crooked stream

to pour the venom into a song

Hungry hands I no longer chase

I want to reach the numb the hollow-eyed

Lift the ones whose knees are giving way

give this hour a reason to stay

Chorus

But somewhere in the quiet of the gale

a voice of mine is still breathing

Not for the lamps not for the praise

I'm carving out a different way

The show is not finished

it's just the hour of beginning

Yes the show has to go on

Post-Chorus

On and on and on

Oh-oh-oh

On and on and on

Bridge

And when the horde is thin and mean

I'll burn with marks I chose myself

That grey room was a kind of cage

I turned its weight into a blade

A clean a wild a holy rage

that drags me back into the wave

Chorus

But somewhere in the quiet of the gale

a voice of mine is still breathing

Not for the lamps not for the praise

I'm carving out a different way

The show is not finished

it's just the hour of beginning

Yes the show has to go on

Post-Chorus

On and on and on

Oh-oh-oh

On and on and on