LORDS OF THE BACKSTAGE

A love song with no validity
Pretend you never meant that much to me
Numb, a Valium child, bored by meaningless collisions (1)
A lonely stretch of headlight, diamonds trapped in black ice
A mirror cracked among the white lines. (2)

I just wanted you to be the first one,
I just wanted you to be the first one,
Ashes are burning, burning
Ashes are burning, burning.

A lifestyle with no simplicities,
But I’m not asking for your sympathy
Talk, we never could talk, distanced by all that was between us
A lord of the backstage, a creature of language,
I’m so far out and I'm too far in. (3)

I just wanted you to be the first one,
I just wanted you to be the first one,
Bridges are burning, burning
Bridges are burning, burning.