Where can i go to heal the heartache
Where can i go to mend my mistakes
O my god, what are we fighting for
A house made of stone on a floor of sand
Swallows you up, like you don’t stand a chance
Are architects so wrong to be so sure
You set fires in the hearts of all of us
Fires you started just because you needed to be proud
Proud
Is there a place to so the sadness
Where I’m the king of all this madness
Reality turns into fairytale
Where forgiveness falls right from the sky
And bitterness won’t waste our time
Where love and good intentions never fail
You set fires in the hearts of all of us
Fires you started just because you needed to be proud
Proud
You set fires in the hearts of all of us
Fires you started just because you needed to be proud
Proud
