Broken Bells Your Head Is On Fire

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Look behind, your head’s on fire
Whirling masses, rolling ashes
Keep on yawning, career dawning
Life is tasteless, folding paces

[Chorus]
Run and hide, your head’s on fire
Whirling masses, rolling ashes
Keep on yawning, career dawning
Life is tasteless, folding paces

To turn away from the night
Allowing the light a low
You’re surely fooling yourself
Leaving life on the shelf

You’ll never know
How low an angry heart can go
How long a sitting hand’s return meant

[Chorus]

Does anybody else here feel that fear?
That none of all these good things had to be?
Or is it just me?