Now it's To wrap our in the night And on the day We'll dress city in flames all the things you say You me for being this way
Still you won't let go of old There is no headline to read at the record skips And you're not 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 it's going to rain, rain down I think it's to rain, rain down I think it's to rain I think going to rain, rain down I think it's going to rain, down I it's going to rain, rain down I think it's to rain
in this collapsed lung of a borough There is no The sunlight is manufactured in a room Distant and Businessmen themselves
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 east is a jukebox the deadman's crescendo The needle is a An intersection that we all must A dimly lit hallway shadows Of moths the walls Discard message Discard message the city down, down
Discard message Throw this back in the ocean Rip page from the history books Smash all the street all the maps, forget my name Forget my face, forget my Because going to rain And it never
Rain, down I think it's going to rain, down I think it's going to rain, down I think going to rain I think it's going to rain, down I think it's going to rain, down I think it's to rain, rain down I think going to rain