Tonight, you can fly with broken wings The past is away And I know how it gets Its cold Its pryde We hardly get through the nigth Enter through the sun We put our selves on fire Oh oh oh We put our selves on fire Oh oh oh We put our selves on fire Oh oh oh We put our selves on fire Oh oh oh From the start to the end Where we began The whispers and the lies Dead and alive Oh its cold Its pryde We hardly get through the night Enter through the sun The sun We put our selves on fire Oh oh oh We put our selves on fire Oh oh oh We put our selves on fire Oh oh oh We put our selves on fire Oh oh oh We put our selves on fire Oh oh oh We put our selves on fire Oh oh oh We put our selves on fire Oh oh oh We put our selves on fire Oh oh oh