Glass Fields

Quit playing with fire
You'll get burned
Quit playing with fire
You'll get scarred

I've got too many
Excuses to never love again

Burn down buildings
Flaming towns
Exploding mattresses
Silence and primal screams

I've got too many
Excuses to never love again

Concrete acres and glass fields
We're all trying to
Reach higher ground
Anywhere you turn,
You're heading back to shore