Editors - The Rush

When we talk about the future, dragonfly upon the breeze

When we talk about religion, swallowed up by a machine

I am not walking on the water, illusion in the light

When you learned to meet my gaze, there were halos in your eyes

This living hurts, I heard you laughing

This living hurts, I talk too much

This living hurts, it's meant for ending

This living hurts, but nothing hurts like the rush

Nothing hurts like the rush

But they're all out to get us

Nothing hurts like the rush

When we heard the midnight caller, on that talk show we adore

Where the audience enraptured, static shadows on the floor

So we sit around for hours, just holding up the night

Sharing voices in our heads

Life's a joke in candlelight

This living hurts, I heard you laughing

This living hurts, do I talk too much?

This living hurts, it's meant for ending

This living hurts

But nothing hurts like the rush

Nothing hurts like the rush

But they're all out to get us

Nothing hurts like the rush

If I pray with the violence of life

But you already made up your mind

If lived with the stars you ignite

You have already made up your mind

As we talk about survival, the candle slowly dies

Our waxy fingerprints, let us know that we're alive

Nothing hurts like the rush

Nothing hurts like the rush

But they're all out to get us

Nothing hurts like the rush

Nothing hurts like the rush

Nothing hurts like the rush

Nothing hurts like the rush...