Now time To wrap our fears in the And on the day We'll dress this in flames all the things you say You hate me for this way
Still you let go of old ideals There is no headline to read at When the skips And you're not the needle
We all sing the of separation And we watch our lives bleed out through our how it was on the first day We saw in flames
Rain, down I think it's to rain, rain down I it's going to rain, rain down I it's going to rain I it's going to rain, rain down I think it's going to rain, down I think it's going to rain, rain 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 sing the of separation And we watch our lives bleed out through our That's how it was on the day We saw in flames
The lower side is a jukebox Playing the deadman's The needle is a An intersection that we all must A lit hallway where shadows Of moths the walls Discard message Discard this Burn the city down,
this message Throw this bottle back in the Rip this page from the history all the street signs Erase all the maps, my name Forget my face, forget my Because it's to rain And it never
Rain, rain I it's going to rain, rain down I think it's going to rain, down I it's going to rain I it's going to rain, rain down I think going to rain, rain down I think it's going to rain, rain I think it's to rain