You swallow bullets, like your pride.
You are the stones around my neck.
Ankle deep, with the monsters of the sea,
You are the father I never met.
Phaethon, fall into the river.
I'm so far from the sun, you can feel me shiver.
With the breeze in your hair,
Well, smoke's dancing in the air.
Fire from the sky is raining down.
Your funeral's marching down the street.
We're keeping time with blistered hands and tired feet.
A burning drink, it turns into a lake.
These promises, they were meant to break.
Phaethon, fall into the river.
I'm so far from the sun, you can feel me shiver.
With the breeze in your hair,
Well, smoke's dancing in the air.
Fire from the sky is raining down.
Drag your shoes across the floor,
These hollow voices are wanting more.
The Moon it stares and disapproves,
The Sun is shining down for you.
Phaethon, fall into the river.
I'm so far from the sun, you can feel me shiver.
With the breeze in your hair,
Well, smoke's dancing in the air.
Fire from the sky is raining down.
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