Žodžiai dainai: Something Corporate. North. Only Ashes.

Piece by piece, and bit by bit
I'll break this down for you, real slow
But I can't whisper all of this
I'll watch the matches, turn to ashes
And I can't seem to let this go

So I'll watch the matches, turn to ashes
I can tell its your turn, I smell the sulfur so clear

And fire's a beautiful sound
And ashes just fall to the ground
Yeah we're only ashes
And the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear

You'll have your mile when its through
Part by part and inch by inch
Incinerate what's left of this
And torch the part of me that's you

So I'll watch the matches, turn to ashes


I can tell it's your turn, I smell the sulfur so clear
And the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear
Yeah we're only ashes
And fire's a beautiful sound
And ashes just fall to the ground

I can tell it's your turn, I smell the sulfur so clear
And the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear
And fire's a beautiful sound
And ashes just fall to the ground
Yeah we're only ashes