Now time To wrap our fears in the And on the day We'll dress this in flames After all the you say You hate me for being way
Still you let go of old ideals There is no to read at night When the record And not holding the needle
We all sing the of separation And we our lives bleed out through our hands how it was on the first day We saw in flames
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 it's going to rain, rain down I think it's going to rain, down I think going to rain
Here in this lung of a borough There is no The sunlight is in a windowless room Distant and hang themselves
We all sing the of separation And we watch our lives out through our hands how it was on the first day We saw in flames
The lower east side is a the deadman's crescendo The needle is a An intersection that we all must A dimly lit hallway shadows Of decorate the walls Discard message Discard this the city down, down
Discard message Throw this bottle in the ocean Rip this page from the books Smash all the street Erase all the maps, forget my Forget my face, my name Because it's to rain And it never
Rain, rain I think going to rain, rain down I think it's going to rain, rain I think going to rain I think it's going to rain, rain I think going to rain, rain down I think it's to rain, rain down I think going to rain