Man I feel like a peasant in rags on a battlefield Out and about for a daily morning stroll I can't stop my mind coming back to the places That's guaranteed to leave me full of holes These arms are smouldering sticks and there's no one to blame With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames Yeah, we wax poetic at a cafe Justify the need to reconcile A tongue checks the same familiar ulcer Knowing it's gonna be there all the while These arms are smouldering sticks and there's no one to blame With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames And if we're breathing in smoke then I'll ignore the pain With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames Yeah, we wax poetic at a party Justify the need to leave your mind A snow capped vista, steady surface I don't usually have the coin or the time ♪ These arms are smouldering sticks and there's no one to blame With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames And if we're breathing in smoke then I'll ignore the pain With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames