Uh oh
Guess it's filled with smoke
Boxes of paper and burning rose
I know that it's time to go
Hold my fist and watch it crumble
I used to think I'd understand
I used to think there was a plan
I held the flame right in my hand
Just to let it go
I guess I don't know where it goes
And it burns like brandy
But it tastes like candy
Know that I can't stay
I know the way out
But what do I do then
Uh oh
It's a running trope
Picking the pieces off my clothes
I know
That I'm on my own
Every time I try I stumble
I used to think I'd understand
I used to think there was a plan
I held the flame right in my hand
Just to let it go
I guess I don't know where it goes
And it burns like brandy
But it tastes like candy
Know that I can't stay
I know the way out
But what do I do then
Looking for the way out
What do I do then
Guess this is the way out
What do I do then
Looking for the way out
What do I do then (what do I do then)
Guess this is the way out
What do I do then
Looking for the way out
What do I do then
Guess this is the way out
What do I do then
I used to think I'd understand
I used to think there was a plan
I held the flame right in my hand
Just to let it go
I guess I don't know where it goes
And it burns like brandy
But it tastes like candy
Know that I can't stay
I know the way out
But what do I do then
And it burns like brandy
But it tastes like candy
Know that I can't stay
I know the way out
But what do I do then