作词 : Christoph Wieczorek/Paul Matthews

作曲 : Christoph Wieczorek/Benjamin Richter/Julian Breucker

Such a broken young thing

Wears her pain like a stolen wedding ring

Likes to think she's the poison

On the lips, on the lips of the king

She wants to be the wreckage, she wants to be damned

She wants to ruin everything and everyone she had

Out there in the desert, stands a single tree

And that's where I've been waiting for the girl that she could be

And out here in the desert, with the last sign of life

And that's where I've been waiting for the girl that she could be

She wanna be, wanna be the tragedy

Wanna be, wanna be the mess that she's

Always been, always been, the wildfire

Burning through your heart

She wanna be, wanna be the tragedy

Wanna be, wanna be the mess that she's

Always been, always been, the wildfire

Burning through your heart

Such a broken young thing

With no intention of saving herself

Likes to think she's the ballerina

Dancing rings, dancing rings 'round the king

She wants to be the wreckage, she wants to be damned

She wants to ruin everything and everyone she had

Out there in the desert, stands a single tree

And that's where I've been waiting for the girl that she could be

And out there in the desert, stands a single tree

And that's where I've been waiting for the girl that she could be

Waiting in the desert, out by the tree of life

My first thought in the morning and my last thought for the night

She wanna be, wanna be the tragedy

Wanna be, wanna be the mess that she's

Always been, always been, the wildfire

Burning through your heart

She wanna be, wanna be the tragedy

Wanna be, wanna be the mess that she's

Always been, always been, and the wildfire

That's burning through your heart

The tragic ballerina

Sitting in the dressing room

Asking her broken mirror

Where it all went so wrong

And out there in the desert, stands a single tree

And that's where I've been waiting for the girl that she could be

Waiting in the desert, out by the tree of life

My first thought in the morning and my last thought for the night

And life is what you make it (Make it)

But it's the kind of dance

Some people, they were built for this

And some people just aren't

She wanna be, wanna be the tragedy

Wanna be, wanna be the mess that she's

Always been, always been, the wildfire

Burning through your heart

She's the tragedy (She's the tragedy)

She's the shooting star (She's the shooting star)

She has always been the wildfire

That is burning through your heart