Skylines and
Turnstiles
You're not in this
alone.
Let me break this
awkward silence.
Let me go,
Go on record,
Be the first to say
I'm sorry.
And hear me
out.
And if you take me
down,
Would you lay me
out?
And if the world
needs something better,
Let's give them one
more reason now.
We walk in single
file,
We light our rails
and punch our time,
Ride escalators
colder than a cell.
This broken city
sky,
Like butane on my
skin,
And stolen from my
eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are
you?
Tell me where we go
from here.
This broken city
sky,
Like butane on my
skin,
And stolen from my
eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are
you?
Tell me where we go
from here.
Tell me we go
from...
And in this moment
we can't close the lids
On burning eyes.
Our memories blanket
us with friends we know,
Like fallout vapor.
Steel corpses
stretch out towards an ending sun,
Scorched and black.
It reaches in and
tears your flesh apart,
As ice cold
hands
Rip into your heart.
That's if you've
still got one that's left
Inside that cave you
call a chest.
And after seeing
what we saw,
Can we still reclaim
our innocence?
And if the world
needs something better,
Let's give them one
more reason now.
This broken city
sky,
Like butane on my
skin,
And stolen from my
eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are
you?
Tell me where we go
from here.
This broken city
sky,
Like butane on my
skin,
And stolen from my
eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are
you?
Tell me where we go
from here.
Tell me we go from
here.
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