Torch the moon,

Burn the schools.

She wrote in red

On her bedroom wall



Nothing's pure

The paint runs to the floor.



She laughs too easily and

Cries too hard (Cries too hard)

Shouldn't drink alone

The colours run.

How can she forgive?

When we know well what we do.



Feather scratches

On her wrist

Dry run with a bread knife

For a final twist

It wouldn't be for show

If it should come to this



She laughs too easily and

Cries too hard (Cries too hard)

Shouldn't drink alone

The colours run

How can she forgive?

When we know well what we do.



She was born to feel it all

(Born) to see it all

And when I feel so lightly

It's still burning brightly

And she won't look away

(ooh, ooh, oh)



She laughs too easily and

Cries too hard (ooh, ooh, oh)



She laughs too easily and

Cries too hard



Torch the moon

Burn the schools.

Why's it a man?

Making all the rules?



Frida Khalo poster on her door



She laughs too easily and

Cries too hard (Cries too hard)

Shouldn't drink alone

The colours run

How can she forgive?

When we know well what we do.



And when I feel so lightly

It's still burning brightly

And she won't look away

(She won't look away)

She won't look away

(Aaah, oooh, aaah)

(She won't look away)

She won't look away

(She won't look away)

She won't look away