Drop me from the ceiling, baby You're the one that can make it all okay Maybe today Filled with fatal flowers and praying For the sky to turn from black to grey Hear what I say Never plain nor simple It's breaking my heart But I'm working hard To separate war from beauty Born of fire, earth and water All in all a current through a wire To know when it's hot I'll survive on dirty paper Miracles that make me wanna die I wonder why Oh my god, I'm sinking It's breaking my heart But I'm working hard To separate War from beauty