| You're a breath of fresh air in a burning house | |
| I'm the fire and the flames that you can't put out | |
| There's no sense in trying you ain't getting nowhere | |
| You're the saviour that they spoke of you're a glimmer of hope | |
| I'm the dust on the dirt when you start to choke | |
| There's no sense in trying you ain't getting nowhere | |
| It must get worse | |
| Before it gets better | |
| Now they've found her purse | |
| And a letter | |
| (chorus) | |
| Have you seen | |
| My little sister | |
| Tonight | |
| She's sublime | |
| Where have you been | |
| My little sister | |
| Tonight | |
| She's sublime | |
| You're the very last second of a century | |
| I'm the flowers in the park that the blind can't see | |
| There's no sense in trying you aint getting nowhere | |
| You're a breath of fresh air | |
| In a burning house | |
| I'm the fire in the flames that you can't put out | |
| There's no sense in trying you aint getting nowhere | |
| I'm at the end | |
| Of my tether | |
| Yeah it's like a curse | |
| Only better | |
| Chorus |