Goats on Fire Lyrics

When the morning comes
You and I will run, like goats on fire
Fire breathes from the blackened pyre

You in your white bridal veil
Holding a molotov cocktail
We'd be together again
We'd share the pain

If we ever get a merciful epitaph
We were hiding in the shadows of a ruined old photograph
Here lies the ruins of the great placaters
The unintentional logic decimators

When tomorrow comes
We'll see the midnight sun
We'll see it together
And those reflections that last forever and ever

Me in my uncorrupted suit
Inside a house of ill repute
This could go anyway
But let's go in anyway

If we ever get a merciful epitaph
We were hiding in the shadows of a ruined old photograph
Here lies the ruins of the great placaters
The unintentional logic decimators