the rush

Editors

When we talk about the future, dragonfly upon the breeze
When we talk about religion, swallowed up by a machine
I am not walking on the water, illusion in the light
When you learned to meet my gaze
There were halos in your eyes

This living hurts, I heard you laughing
This living hurts, I talk too much
This living hurts, it s meant for ending
This living hurts, but nothing hurts like the rush
Nothing hurts like the rush
But they re all out to get us
Nothing hurts like the rush

When we heard the midnight caller
On that talk show we adore
Where the audience enraptured, static shadows on the floor
So we sit around for hours, just holding up the night
Sharing voices in our heads
Life s a joke in candlelight

This living hurts, I heard you laughing
This living hurts, do I talk too much?
This living hurts, it s meant for ending
This living hurts
But nothing hurts like the rush
Nothing hurts like the rush
But they re all out to get us
Nothing hurts like the rush

If I pray with the violence of life
But you already made up your mind
If lived with the stars you ignite
You have already made up your mind

As we talk about survival, the candle slowly dies
Our waxy fingerprints, let us know that we re alive

Nothing hurts like the rush
Nothing hurts like the rush
But they re all out to get us
Nothing hurts like the rush
Nothing hurts like the rush
Nothing hurts like the rush
Nothing hurts like the rush