Now it's To wrap our in the night And on the day We'll dress this in flames all the things you say You me for being this way
Still you let go of old ideals There is no headline to at night When the skips And you're not the needle
We all the songs of separation And we watch our lives bleed out through our That's how it was on the day We saw Paris in
Rain, down I think it's to rain, rain down I think going to rain, rain down I think it's going to I it's going to rain, rain down I think it's going to rain, rain I think it's going to rain, rain I think it's to rain
Here in this lung of a borough is no sunlight The sunlight is manufactured in a room Distant and hang themselves
We all sing the of separation And we watch our lives bleed out through our That's how it was on the day We saw Paris in
The lower side is a jukebox the deadman's crescendo The needle is a An intersection that we all must A dimly lit hallway where Of moths decorate the Discard message this message Burn the city down,
Discard this Throw this back in the ocean Rip this page the history books Smash all the signs all the maps, forget my name Forget my face, my name it's going to rain And it ends
Rain, down I think it's to rain, rain down I it's going to rain, rain down I think it's to rain I think it's going to rain, down I it's going to rain, rain down I it's going to rain, rain down I it's going to rain