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How am I still in the dark when the world is on fire
Lit by the passing of sparks I crouch low in my shadow
When the world is on fire
How am I still in the dark
A puppet, a toy
I am safe in my shadow
Backlit by the passing of sparks
I wake up from a media blackout
Feed my child and we head outside
Here be monsters --
How do I tell her about them
You know for now I'll just let that one slide
I want in on Lucinda's sweet old world
If it's there
I swear to god there are days that
Song's what gets me out of bed
The world is on fire
So how am I still in the dark
I see you there too
You're low in your shadow
But lit by the passing of sparks
I wake up from a deep winter blackout
And I see all the summer creeps crawling out
I swear to god there are days
That thought's what sends me back to bed
The world I son fire
So how am I still in the dark
Out of this madness is something unravelling
How am I so in the dark
Why am I so in the dark
How am I so in the dark
When the world is on fire
This is not the last time
That I'm coming round again
I'm still so p*ssed at you all
This is not the last time
That I'm coming round again