There’s a soapbox up over on the highway,
And he’s singing a song for the dead
Saying give me a styrofoam angel,
Let it kneel at the foot of my bed.
And let us all pray,
We’ll fly as we fray,

The world’s on fire, and we’re all made of snow.
There’s nothing we can do, but let our bodies go.

Make me a stone in your motion,
Make me a piece of your time.
I break like the wing of the sparrow,
And that’s something that’s always been mine.
Help me to stand.
I’m soft as the sand in a crumbled land.

The world’s on fire, and we’re all made of snow.
There’s nothing we can do, but let our bodies go.

Make me watch what you do with your sorrow,
Tie its wrists to the first fallen leaves.,
let it drift to the ground and be silent,
let it curl like a snake in the weed.
Let me decide, cause nothing here bends anymore.

The world’s on fire, and we’re all made of snow.
There’s nothing we can do, but let our bodies go.

The world’s on fire, and we’re all made of snow.
There’s nothing we can do, but let our bodies go,
Let our bodies go.


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World's On Fire song meanings
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