You suffer all fire You rise on You say we're all fine and you rise on, you rise on. I shuffle barb wire I'm that far gone My sorrow's for hire and still you rise on Rise you on. Folding skyscrapers and paper airplanes Freeway overpasses sandwiching methane Cellular mouths sell radioactive migrains and I am in no position, or mood, to explain what happened to our love. So you can go ahead, and rise on. Not that you would have come back for me anyway. If you get the chance to ever dance again to our songs refrain I hope you do in Dorothy's shoes spit shined by my pain. Break your neck to look behind and you will surely find Every face you rubbed away To give your teeth that grind. When, and if, you reach that place You sold our love to preach about I hope it reflects every promise You broke your rearview mirror to forget about.