Now it's To our fears in the night And on the day dress this city in flames After all the you say You me for being this way
you won't let go of old ideals There is no headline to read at the record skips And you're not the needle
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 in flames
Rain, down I think going to rain, rain down I it's going to rain, rain down I it's going to rain I think it's to rain, rain down I think it's to rain, rain down I think it's going to rain, down I it's going to rain
in this collapsed lung of a borough There is no The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless Distant and Businessmen hang
We all the songs of separation And we watch our bleed out through our hands That's how it was on the day We saw Paris in
The east side is a jukebox the deadman's crescendo The needle is a An intersection we all must cross A dimly lit where shadows Of moths the walls Discard this Discard message Burn the city down,
this message Throw this back in the ocean Rip page from the history books Smash all the street Erase all the maps, my name Forget my face, forget my it's going to rain And it ends
Rain, down I think it's going to rain, down I it's going to rain, rain down I think it's to rain I think it's going to rain, rain I think it's going to rain, rain I think it's going to rain, down I it's going to rain