Thereâs a soapbox up over on the highway,
And heâs singing a song for the dead
Saying give me a styrofoam angel,
Let it kneel at the foot of my bed.
And let us all pray,
Weâll fly as we fray,
The worldâs on fire, and weâre all made of snow.
Thereâs nothing we can do, but let our bodies go.
Make me a stone in your motion,
Make me a piece of your time.
I break like the wing of the sparrow,
And thatâs something thatâs always been mine.
Help me to stand.
Iâm soft as the sand in a crumbled land.
The worldâs on fire, and weâre all made of snow.
Thereâs nothing we can do, but let our bodies go.
Make me watch what you do with your sorrow,
Tie its wrists to the first fallen leaves.,
let it drift to the ground and be silent,
let it curl like a snake in the weed.
Let me decide, cause nothing here bends anymore.
The worldâs on fire, and weâre all made of snow.
Thereâs nothing we can do, but let our bodies go.
The worldâs on fire, and weâre all made of snow.
Thereâs nothing we can do, but let our bodies go,
Let our bodies go.