Dying Breed

I can hear the flicker of a red hot flame

The sound of a rooftop thrumming in the pouring rain

And I can see the trouble that you hide away

So take a load off honey I could ease that pain

You stumble on the shoulder of a winding street

Walking it off like it's nothing while you grit your teeth

But I can see the trickle of the blood you bleed

So take a load off honey I could fill that need

Take a load off honey you're a dying breed


Cause you're coming up bright eyed, wide smiled, with armour for skin

But I know you got bark, bite, dark night, under that grin