All the things that we view, to the naked eye, they're see-through. Dolling up the walls will cover the better sides of you.
The sweetest coat of paint is this last one: I've left the lying to them all. They're all on fire.
All the things that we say, to the friendly ear we keep truth. Glasses on the shelves will shatter, like delicate things do.
The house is skin and bones and we're laughing as it all goes up in flames. You're on fire.