Letras:Thea Gilmore. Burning Dorothy. Instead of the Saints.

The night is growing old veined with threads of early dawn
So deal the deck, c?mon Red, c?mon my friend
The colour of fire
The colour of fury

And we will bear this together
We will wear this together
We will bear this together
Together

I?m digging up my gold
No fortune, no fate and no religion
I?ll stick to my story instead of the saints
Cos where were they when I was torn?

And we will bear this together
We will wear this together
We will bear this together
We will wear this together
Together
Together

Together

This city is dying of slogans
Dripping neon
A murdered town
Oh, that, that's how I am
Oh, that's how I am

And we will bear this together
We will wear this together
We will bear this together
We will wear this together
Together
Together
Together
Together
Together
Together