Build your cold calculations like
Towers toward heaven above
There in the balance of everything
Pray that the numbers add up
You say heaven is falling down
Crushing the world with its weight,
But if push came to shove you’d be
Holding the sky in its place.
So it goes
You say fire, but all I see is smoke
Tell yourself it’s a story book
Built out of lies from the deep,
But if these dragons aren’t fairy tales you’re
Selling your sons to the beast.
If you’re holding for perfect truth
There’s nothing else left to say.
Maybe there’s something that’s sacred in
Waiting to be swept away.
So it goes
You say fire, but all I see is smoke
If I saw every consequence
I’d watch the world fan the flames
‘Cause maybe the only redemption is
Burning the bridge to escape.
So it goes
You say fire, but all I see is smoke