Now time To wrap our in the night And on the day dress this city 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 the record skips And not holding 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, rain I think it's going to rain, rain I think it's to rain, rain down I think it's going to I think it's going to rain, down I think going to rain, rain down I think it's to rain, rain down I think going to rain
Here in this collapsed of a borough is no sunlight The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless Distant and Businessmen themselves
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 lower east is a jukebox Playing the crescendo The needle is a An intersection that we all must A dimly lit hallway where Of moths the walls this message Discard message Burn the city down,
Discard this Throw this bottle back in the Rip page from the history books Smash all the signs all the maps, forget my name Forget my face, my name Because it's to rain And it never
Rain, down I think going to rain, rain down I think going to rain, rain down I think going to rain I think going to rain, rain down I think it's to rain, rain down I think going to rain, rain down I think it's to rain