these buildings they all look the same they are coffins with windows and doors we all love to breathe in the flames these buildings they all look the same they are coffins with windows and doors we all love to breathe in the flames so long as we aren t burned alive the telephone told us your name pretend to be you when i m high we all love to be someone else so long as we aren t given away woohoo i borrowed your hands for a while i started a band that broke up the songs they all sounded the same no one thought that i was you i pictured us both as the sky the people below us were shooting us down we re taking the life from the stars it s never our turn to shine woohoo 