Now it's To our fears in the night And on the day We'll dress this city in all the things you say You me for being this way
Still you won't let go of old There is no to read at night the record skips And you're not holding the
We all sing the songs of And we watch our lives bleed out through our That's how it was on the day We saw Paris in
Rain, rain I it's going to rain, rain down I think going to rain, rain down I think it's to rain I it's going to rain, rain down I think it's going to rain, rain I think going to rain, rain down I think going to rain
Here in collapsed lung of a borough There is no The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless Distant and Businessmen themselves
We all sing the songs of And we our lives bleed out through our hands That's how it was on the day We saw Paris in
The lower east is a jukebox Playing the deadman's The is a vector An intersection we all must cross A lit hallway where shadows Of moths decorate the Discard message Discard message the city down, down
Discard this Throw this back in the ocean Rip this from the history books all the street signs Erase all the maps, my name Forget my face, my name Because going to rain And it never
Rain, down I it's going to rain, rain down I think going to rain, rain down I think it's going to I think it's going to rain, rain I think going to rain, rain down I think it's to rain, rain down I it's going to rain