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